by Gary Fearon, Creative Director, Southern Writers Magazine
While visiting favorite relatives in North Carolina this weekend, I joined them for an excursion to historic downtown Hendersonville, where their fine arts festival, Art on Main, was in full swing. We strolled the streets, encountering metal workers, portrait painters, authors, blacksmiths, and apple-flavored ice cream, though my favorite discovery was an enormous general store called Mast, a multi-story warehouse of curiosities which was like a Farmer's Almanac come to life. Their candy department alone was a treasure trove of forgotten and obscure confections.
I thought it was ironic that someone who took the time to design this tribute has himself been immortalized, to the point where his name will also be seen in this spot for generations to come.
It brought to mind that you and I will someday leave behind a legacy of our own. The question is, what will that legacy be? As writers, we may hope it will be in the form of a bestseller that's still available fifty years from now.
|(clockwise from top: Poe, Hemingway, Twain and Seuss respected in their respective stomping grounds)|
Personally, I'd be happy if they'd just name a candy bar after me. I like to think they already have.