The Street with Hats

By Beth Yarbrough

Sometimes in my wanderings, I run across a street whose houses positively giggle. Maybe that sounds ridiculous until you consider the source. I haven’t exactly been making perfect sense for the past decade. Jumping in the car in search of an old church three states away, just because I like the look of its steeple, is neither rational nor practical, but here we are.

Years ago, my buddy in Eastern North Carolina, Watson Brown (who, by the way, shares the same odd hitch-in-the-get-along as I do when it comes to wandering backroads), took me through the small Nash County town of Whitakers.