There was a block-long fair underway in Tuckerman, Arkansas, right on Main Street where downtown once stood. Rock was headed south toward Levy, about a hundred miles away, an easy drive he had made close to fifty times over the course of his life, but this fair confused him. Tuckerman was too tiny for back routes. His only choice was to drive directly through town and the festivities. The problem was, booths on opposite sides of the street were no more than twenty feet apart, and hundreds of people were packed between them.
It soon became clear that no one wanted to move out of his way. Rock was halfway through the crowd and stuck amid indignity and indifference.
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