Town Drunk

Maysville had a “ town drunk”. It wouldn’t be appropriate to give his name but stories about him are classics. I was walking past him, sitting in a downtown doorway, and heard him say, “ The hold world is an S.O.B. but me “.
Once when the jailer had him sweeping Market Street he sold his broom to a farmer and they had to go get him out of one of the bars. Another time police told him they weren’t going to arrest him and let him spend Thanksgiving in jail. He threw a brick through a plate glass window downtown and sit on the curb until they came and got him.

Reprinted from Maysville 50 Years Ago " One Man's Recollections "

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