By Nathan Simone / COMMUNITY REPORTER
Every town has that early morning meeting spot for the local bigwigs. A place for the movers and shakers to have a cup of coffee, slap some gravy on a couple of biscuits and get local news the way it was disseminated for centuries before the printing press: conversation.
Jack’s, conveniently located on Highway 68 approximately a mile outside of town, is that special place in the moving political, social and (sometimes) economic gears of Collinsville. Toward the back of the restaurant two circular tables are consistently staffed in the mornings by the “Knights of the Round Table.”
From 6 a.m. to 9 a.m., the “first shift” of men can be found talking and eating at one of the circular tables before the “second shift” arrives sometime around 8 a.m. to join them at the adjacent table. Sometimes, they all arrive at once. Characters abound.
Roger Dutton, owner of Cook’s Barber Shop on Main Street, also affectionately refers to the group of perpetually conversating older men as “Liars Club International,” a play on the popular secular service group, Lions Clubs International. “You can get your informal schooling in Collinsville two ways,” Dutton jokes, “with a bachelor’s at Jack’s or an associate’s at the gas station up the road. Take your pick.”
Myles Smith, 79, is a community partner with Auburn’s Living Democracy program who attends most of these meetings to keep up with neighbors, friends and acquaintances. Smith has known many of the men sitting around the table for more than 50 years, some from his graduating class at Collinsville High.
Smith said that Auburn’s current Living Democracy fellow, sophomore Mary Beth Snow, has been well received in Collinsville and at the early morning meetings. “You’re not going to find a person more friendly than Mary Beth,” Smith said. “We were lucky to get her.”
While Smith was talking about tough topics in Collinsville, including prejudice of some toward the Hispanic community, a lighter conversation happens, just for a second, that defines the aura of the town at 7 a.m. A man in his 20s, eating with a friend or relative (the lines are often blurred), gets up to leave and nods to one of the men sitting at a round table.
“Where you going?” one of the Knights asks, simply being friendly. “Don’t know, just going,” the man says, before walking away. And I can’t say that many of us would disagree with the answer, depending on the day.
Despite the hustle and bustle of daily life, Collinsville seems to be an oasis of calm that chugs along like the daily rail cars that pass by the library. Everyone is busy with something, but always willing to stop for a minute to converse, help out or simply take a deep breath.
All of the Knights of the Round Table admit that, although more Alabama fans live in the region, there are a few who support Auburn. Charlie Rowan, 83, is one of these scattered Auburn fans. Rowan sat down with a cup of coffee and recounted the time that he got into a severe automobile accident at age 66, the reason why he has little to no muscles in his abdomen. Rowan went on to explain that, while he was in the ICU, the doctors told his wife that even a young man wouldn’t survive his injuries. They were simply too severe.
“My wife looked at them,” Charlie said with a thoughtful smile, “and said ‘Yes he will. You don’t know Charlie.’” He was in a coma for four weeks. On the fifth week, he woke up. Little yet intensely personal stories like this just seem to pop up unannounced at Jack’s.
A 9-year-old named Clint bounced over to our table to hear the tale of Rowan’s recovery and about his love for Auburn football. As Clint excitedly talks about this and that, his grandmother, a devout Alabama fan, comes over to tell him that it’s time to get going.
Clint then tries to get the impossible to happen. “Why would I say something silly like that?” his grandmother says, and men within ear shot nod their heads in jovial agreement.
“Come on grandmamma, say ‘War Eagle!’” Clint exclaimed. “Say it!” Finally, to the dismay of the knights, the words were uttered.
“Waaar Eagle!”