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Roaming the streets of my
home town has been my
covid therapy.

I typically carry a camera.
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Knoxville
Tennessee
1798

In the infant town of Knox
the houses are irregular and
interspersed. It was county
court day when I came. I
saw jesting, singing,
swearing, women yelling
from doorways ... whiskey
and peach brandy were
cheap. The town was
confused with a
promiscuous throng of
every denomination --
blanket-clad Indians,
leather-shirted woodsmen,
gamblers, hard-eyed and
vigilant.  >>
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I stood aghast. My soul
shrank back to hear the
horrid oaths and dreadful
indignities offered to the
supreme governor of the
universe. There was what I
never did see before on
Sunday, dancing, singing,
and playing of cards. It was
said by a gentleman of the
neighborhood that the
devil is grown so old that it
renders him incapable of
traveling and that he has
taken up in Knoxville and
there hopes to spend the
remaining part of his
days ... as he believes he is
among friends.

James Weir
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