Guest: Will Meyer, from the Museum of Appalachia
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Homer walks out in a rainstorm, retrieving a soggy box of equipment from the curb, that falls apart as he tries to lift it.
In the woods along a creek, Roy Lee shoots at a rusted-out automobile with a rifle.
“Quentin, you know, that rocket went up at least 100 feet.” says Homer.
“More like 200,” says Quentin.
Roy Lee continues to shoot at the car.
“Will you cut it out, Roy Lee?” says Homer.
“Die, you son of a bitch,” says Roy Lee, shooting again.
“Come on. My turn now,” says O’Dell.
Homer grabs the rifle and tosses it aside.
“Hey, man. What’s with you?” asks Roy Lee.
“We should be tryin’ to get in that science fair,” says Homer, “instead of sittin’ around here like a bunch of hillbillies.”
“I got some really bad news for you, Homer,” says Roy Lee. “We are a bunch of hillbillies.”
“Besides, um, didn’t your dad say no more rockets?” asks O’Dell.
“He said no more rockets on company property,” says Homer.
“Do you realize how far we’d have to go to get off company property?” asks O’Dell.
“Yeah,” replies Homer. “We have to go to Snakeroot.”
“Snakeroot?” asks Quentin. “That’s eight miles!”
“It’s not that far,” says Homer. “We could walk if we have to.”