Twenty-seven years ago dusty, somnolent little Whitney, Tex. (pop. 2,000) became the recipient of a homely but extremely functional civic improvement: Druggist D. ("Doctor Dee") Scarborough installed a pine bench in the shade outside his store. The bench soon became as integral a part of Whitney's life as the Plaza in Santa Fe or Fountain Square in Cincinnati.
Whiskery old gaffers from all over the Brazos Valley used it as a refuge from the sun and females; comfortably installed on its well-worn planks, they whittled, spat magnificent streams of tobacco juice on the...
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