First published: Summer 1997
'Of course I know who Jimmy Lee Sudduth is' said the bank teller in Fayette, Alabama. 'He's our most famous resident. But he's been ill. I know you've come a long way but truthfully...I couldn't say whether he's still with us.'
I'd already tried a phone number pinned to the door of Sudduth's derelict house and got no response. 'Well that's that I suppose' I said to my girlfriend. I'd met Jimmy Lee some five years earlier when he had been an inexhaustible fountain of entertainment. But even then he was well into his eighties.
This is an article extract; read the full article in Raw Vision #19