What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to Joel Furr?
People who know Joel well might think that the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him was the time he vomited his guts out on the Monument to the Confederate War Dead in the middle of Athens, Georgia’s main street, Broad Street, at 5:00 p.m. on a bright, sunny Friday afternoon. And admittedly, that was an embarrassing moment, but it fails to qualify as the most embarrassing moment inasmuch as Joel felt far too ill at the time of the incident to really care if he was embarrassing himself or not. Drinking six beers and six shots of tequila in the space of about seventy-five minutes will do that to you. No, the single most embarrassing thing that ever happened to Joel Furr has to be what happened early one summer morning during the summer of 1988. Joel had graduated from the University of Georgia in June of 1988 and was spending the summer in his home town of Blacksburg, Virginia waiting for his graduate school classes to start up that fall. He tried to find a job that summer b