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Welcome To
Manor Falls, Alabama
No celebrities hail from our narrow streets. Nothing was ever invented here. CNN has never had a reason to
set up a live feed from City Hall. It's Small Town, USA in its purest and
most deliciously southern form. Just like any other place though,
Manor Falls has its fair share of excitement.
It's a dry town, but that doesn't stop the oldest residents
from making their own just like their fathers did during Prohibition.
The cashiers at the Piggly Wiggly®
have no idea why old man Couch buys fifty pounds of sugar every week
but everyone thinks he's got "Old Timer's" disease so they
don't give him a second look anymore. What they don't realize is that
he's got the best bathtub liquor in Alabama and with the money he's
making, he hasn't had to cash a Social Security check in three years.
Then there's Ruby Hanover who's been the head of the Magnolia Garden
Club for as long as anyone can remember (even though she swears she's
only 59). Her husband Garland was a heart surgeon in Birmingham before
his own ticker stopped tickin', and Ruby consoled herself with a face
lift, liposuction and breast augmentation three days after the
funeral. The only reason she didn't leave Manor Falls is because she's
got the biggest, most prominent house in town and she just knew one of
them nouveau riche colored families would swoop in and buy it the
minute Riverside Realty put up the "For Sale" sign.
You'll soon find out that mail delivery is slow as sorghum and the
garbage men insist on throwing the emptied cans into your newly
planted begonias. All in all though, Manor Falls is a nice place to
live (except for that cesspool of a neighborhood they call Cain
Meadows) chock full of God-fearin' good Christian folk who would do
just anything in the world for a stranger, especially if it gave them
something new to talk about at the next church social.
Hope you enjoy our little town. Thanks for stopping by!
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