The brick sidewalks of Lexington, Virginia. To the left is the church where Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson served as deacon; under the distant trees is his grave. On the right when the awnings sheltered McCrum’s drugstore the Trailway bus would stop to allow passengers to go inside and eat. Phil “Old Dixie” Nunn who had been born a slave would try to sell them postcards as they went inside. “Dixie” (no one would have called him Phil) wore handmade shoes and claimed to have once as a boy, held Traveler’s reins while Robert E. Lee mounted. He was proud of both. Death is at last the great egalitarian. Now the gentle spring rain falls with equal indifference on the celebrated grave of Jackson and the unmarked one of Nunn; and the hand fashioned bricks glisten where each once walked.
Acrylic on wood.