My regrets to letter writer Pat Eudy, who must endure the tragedy of living in Indian Land and be represented by only one area councilman. Makes one want to throw more tea overboard, doesn’t it?
Gosh, I recall the days when we traveled to Charlotte and had to ride past those overgrown farm lands with only Steele Hill AME Zion Church and its historical arbor, Mr. Pettus’ store and cotton gin, the residence with the large windmill and, last but not least, the pony farm bordering the state line.