By Brantley Hargrove in By the Way
Friday, Jan. 30 2009 @ 12:4
9PM
The shambling two-story house that sheltered one of our greatest living writers in his boyhood was fully engulfed in flames Tuesday night. Flames that, he might say, "sawed in the wind" while "the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them..." Sorry couldn't resist a little of "the Evening Redness in the West." The cause hasn't been determined just yet, but the house wasn't connected to any power, according to the Knoxville News Sentinel, nor were there any real tenants other than a few squatters (somebody pass out drunk with a cigarette, mayhaps?)
9PMContinued at the Nashville Scene
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