A Salute to South Jackson

In my first year in Jackson attending Union University, I rarely left campus except to go buy groceries at Wal­mart. I had no comprehension of the culture of Jackson. I knew where Hollywood Cinema was and would occasionally venture over the Interstate to Carriage House for a dinner when my parents were in town. Through all of these interactions I knew as much of Jackson as a person learns by driving down I­-40: that we have a lot a restaurants.

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The Man Behind the Beard

I walk into Rafferty’s and approach the hostess desk, informing them that I have a meeting with Santa. I am pointed in his direction without much hesitation, and he isn't difficult to spot. He wears a traditional Santa hat, and his coat is draped over a chair next to him. We exchange a firm and welcoming handshake as I pull up my chair. I take in the details of his extravagant red and gold paisley vest and a vintage cream shirt, along with his red pants and bells on his boots. I am impressed with his attire.

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