Those of you who read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
I rarely write about living people except with their express permission, but may make an exception or two here because I do not know for certain that two people are not dead. If not, they will be approaching 80 years of age. Hackett was relatively calm in the early 1960s, but that began to change in the mid 1960s. A group of hooligans began to take over the town, and they pretty much ruled it for a couple of years, at least at night. I do not know the names of all of them, and some might even still be alive, but too old to be reading this, so I shall name names.
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