Chapter Five
Crazy Dan’s little piece of the world was located out on the rural route highway that had been a major thoroughfare before the advent of the interstate system. The rural route was dotted by deserted roadside motels, old farms with some dwarfed cotton stalks that looked like dried-up sticks, and bait shops with beer signs in the windows.
The number of Jesus signs increased in proportion to the distance from Bradley. They started out “Jesus Saves” and got less-comforting as she drove on out. By the time Myrtle was out in the sticks, the signs warned her of the imminent loss of her soul. She passed little bitty houses with big satellite dishes on the roof and an expensive pick-up in the driveway. A series of rotting wooden signs proclaimed “CRAZY Dan’s Boil P-Nuts, Hubcaps, Fi
