Went to college in Danville, 1959-61. Yes, last Confederate Capital. Yes, Wreck of old ‘97 was going to Danville. Tobacco markets were booming then and the smell of tobacco filled the whole city in the Fall. Dan River Cotton Mills was the big business. All gone now. In front of City Hall was a stature of a cousin of mine, Harry Wooding, who was long time mayor of Danville. As initiation into college frat, I had to jump up, put my arm around him and give a speech. I recited lines from “Hamlet.” “Speak the speech, I pray you. Etc.”
The Price is Right often gave away Dan River sheets as prizes.