What is clear is that, at some point in the early ’50s, the idea of trading one’s limb for a few thousand dollars became seductive enough an option to a significant percentage of Vernon’s population. By the mid ’60s, at least 50 of Vernon’s 700 residents had joined the Nub Club by way of farming accidents, garage mishaps, hunting incidents, and so on. Although a few Vernon residents had the boldness to saw and hack off their limbs, most preferred the brevity of the shotgun blast.
Those of you looking for inspiration for your art, poetry, fiction, or lyrics. Those of you interested in the desperation of small town America. Those of you trying to understand the currents of American life that have led us to our current state of politics and economics. Those of you intrigued by the macabre and grotesque.