There was a fellow used to come in a supermarket where I worked. He lived in a falling down little house on some land which belonged to a former Senator Melton. The Senator had let him live there but I don't know how the arrangement came about. This guy was just some hillbilly from a hillbilly bunch. He was slways black cause he burned tires to keep warm in this shack. He walked everywhere and talked to himself.
One bitterly cold morning he comes walking by me while I was putting out produce and says, Cold enough to freeze the b***s off a brass billy goat. Which was true.