My personal memories, however, of Fauquier County where I d grown to manhood were glimmering far and few. The Prince of Darkness Vast mounds of tailings from nineteenth-century gold diggings have gradually been reclaimed by thickets of gorse, or are staked out by farmers' fences. Caves, mine shafts, car wrecks, bones, dreams, all litter the forest floor. Maybe there are even species stirring in the forest yet to have science shine its hard light into their gene pools. I grew up in the 50's and 60's, before it became necessary to eat doughnuts behind closed doors.
Doughnuts are no longer politically correct.
They now belong to the secret food group associated with bulimic girls and overweight patrolling law enforcement professionals. Honest, Mama, don't hit me with the skillet again. I'm working hard as I can.