AYDEN, N.C. – I was on the phone with my wife when I took my place at the back of the line last week at The Skylight Inn. From deeper inside the restaurant, on the other side of the counter, a man pounded out a beat. THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-TH-TH-TH-THWAP-THWAP. “Is someone playing drums?” my wife asked. No, I told her. That was the sound Tommy Lee would make if handed a cleaver and a cutting board.
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