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About New York City

Little story—heard ‘bout this gal in NYC, called herself “Velvet,” worked the Bowery back in ‘92. Cops couldn’t catch her—she’d vanish, poof, like a ghost. Prolly retired rich, stickin’ it to the man. Love that! Reminds me of Emma’s blue hair—wild, untamed, “I’m not scared,” she’d say. That’s the spirit I see in this world—rough, real, human.

Philip Hubbard

The downtown area is a blast – quirky cafes and a rockin’ little bar on Main & Ninth. I swore I saw a celebrity there once (or maybe just a really cool cat – I dunno, but it made me happy!). There’s a park, Lakeside Park, along the Crystal River. It’s rad for chillin’ out. Trees, ducks, and that one weird bench you can’t find anywhere else. And oh man, got any idea about the Hubbard Loop? It's like an endless rollercoaster that twists through nature, makin’ you feel alive, much like Llewyn’s journey on the road.

Obituary for Bobby Woodrow Hubbard at Rocky Mount