“You got two seconds?” the woman running Carolina General Store asks. She starts punching buttons on her phone, and I worry she’s Googling it. But then she puts Michael Martin on speaker. He’s lived in Prosperity all his life; he knows a thing or two.
“It actually used to be called Frog Level,” he says. “The name was changed when Southern Line Railroad came in, and they changed it to Prosperity.”
Did he, um, say, “Frog Level?”
“Down the road there was a big pond right there,” Martin says. “The legend, the folklore, whatever you want to call it, there used to be tons of frogs. Tons. Some guy got drunk, you know, fell into the pond, and when he woke up, everybody near him just started calling that place Frog Level.”
“It actually used to be called Frog Level,” he says. “The name was changed when Southern Line Railroad came in, and they changed it to Prosperity.”
Did he, um, say, “Frog Level?”
“Down the road there was a big pond right there,” Martin says. “The legend, the folklore, whatever you want to call it, there used to be tons of frogs. Tons. Some guy got drunk, you know, fell into the pond, and when he woke up, everybody near him just started calling that place Frog Level.”
