Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
As the three neared the two men who were welding, Clayton yelled at them and the two men stopped. They took off their masks and respirators and wiped their faces with rags.
"Boys, dis be Bill Willams. He's bes da owner of dis plant."
"Well, not really," Bill reminded Clayton.
"At least, not yet."
The first man took off his welding gloves, wiped his hands in a rag and shook Bill's hand.
"Nice to meet youse, Mr. Williams. Ise be Clayton's son, Wycliff, but everyone just call me Wike."
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Wike Rideout
"Nice to meet you," Bill smiled, shaking Wike's hand.
The second man was actually Henry's nephew, Harry Junior.
"Everyone jest calls me Jr., Mr. Williams."
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Harry Tucker Jr. (Jr.)
Bill shook my head as he shook Jr's hand.
"Please just call me Bill."
Jr. looked back at the welding they were doing.
"I 'opes youse don't mind dat wes uses da plant to do our weldin'. It be really da only place in da Bay big 'nuff."
Bill shook my head.
"Not at all."
He walked toward the project they were working on.
"What is this?"
"It be a new gate fer da cemetery. Wes don't really 'ave a church 'ere, so dere not be a real lots of money fer such tings as gates and fences and such.
