Sitting Up With the Dead: A Storied Journey Through the American South. Pamela Petro

said. ‘It was great. You sleep all night, wake up and you’re there, then you dive all day and come home. I’d do it again anytime.’

      ‘I was just in Florida too,’ I said lamely, then came to an abrupt stop because I had completely forgotten the names of everyone I’d seen there and the places I’d been. Instead I told him about my hunt for Ray Hicks, and my meeting with Orville. He knew them both well, and later gave me a photocopy of a map drawn by Ray’s wife, Rosa, that showed the way out to their holler.^*

      ‘It’s best to write ahead of time and ask for an audience,’ he said. ‘Ray and Rosa are the nicest people in the world, but they don’t have a lot of money. I like to bring them groceries – you know, canned goods, maybe a ham or a chicken, rice, that kind of thing. Ask what they need. Then you’ll have to fight Rosa to get her to stop cooking it all up to serve you. They’d both give you the shirts off their backs, even if that was all they had. And they don’t have much more.’