“That sad story . . . came upon me with the poignant force that the association of locality alone can give.”
Michael Monahan, Adventures in Life and Letters (1912)
In my post on the Bryan lynching, I mentioned that the three lynched men had frequented a block of Bryan’s Main Street called Rat Row. Every city has a Rat Row, although it is not always called it by that name. It is the rundown section where toughs and deadbeats go to have fun. The drinks are cheap, the food is crude, and the amusements are often shady. On Saturday night, things can get a little bit wild. Rat Row is a “seedy” district, by which I mean both déclassé and disreputable. It has come down in the world and is a dirty, crooked place.
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