Mrs. Langston, perhaps feeling guilty about the lack of resources at the historical society, put me in touch with a town elder named Mr. Duffy.
Mr. Duffy lives in a group home a few blocks from here. He agreed to a short interview but warned me that he was not feeling his best. I arrived there this morning to get some of my questions answered.
The whole place smelled of boiled kidney beans.
Here is a snippet of the interview: