I would often ride to the farms with my dad to check the cows. One of our routes was through Newville, Alabama. Dad would always stop at a country store in the middle of the little town. I'd run in. A cold Coca-Cola was always a favorite. On our rides, we'd listen to the radio. I was constantly changing channels (pushing in the knobs) for a better song. Dad would also use the rides to talk with me about school and sports and what I was doing. Good times.
Click here for a nice write-up on Newville, AL.
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