sometime back in the 1960s down in Georgia,...
Lots of good stories start that way.
In the 1960s down in rural Georgia, I lived in an old AnteBellum plantation house that had long since fallen into dilapidation and ruin. Dad bought it in 1959 at auction for $11,000.00, along with 93 acres and many of the old out buildings. Dad's grand dreams of restoring it by using the sweat equity of his sons didn't work out so well. The house was eventually restored by two successive owners. We moved to Huntsville, Alabama at the end of my fifth grade.
Lot's of good stories...
For example, neither of the successive owners know where Amanda M. Seabrook's grave is located.
The second paragraph always starts with “Here, Bubba, hold my beer and watch this!”