You Can Take The Boy Out Of The Country, But…
By Charles B. Martin, Sr. © 1985
Issue: May, 1985
Editor's Note...Charles B. Martin, Sr. is a regular feature writer for the Saltville Times in Saltville, Virginia. He exhibits a style of writing comparable to that of O'Henry and Mark Twain and it is with pleasure that we once again feature one of his delightful stories.
A few days ago I was in my old four-wheel drive vehicle, down on the supermarket parking lot. While my wife was inside, picking up a few groceries, I sat and idly watched the endless flow of humanity through the automatic opening and closing doors. This activity turned my memory back to my first encounter with one of those electronic monstrosities and the predicament it got me into.
At the time of this epic event my general knowledge of doors was pretty limited - being confined to the types normally found around the farmstead. Oh, I was familiar enough with the brass-knobbed ones that made a pretense at keeping the flies and hogs out of the kitchen and the sturdy, strap-hinged barn doors that doubled as swings for the kids. I was even better acquainted with the one that afforded us a bit of privacy when we went-a-calling at the little one-seater out back.