"This Door Was Not Johnny Cash’s Door"

Slate’s Paul Reyes tours Johnny Cash’s childhood home, only to find the smell of cigars, a drop ceiling, and a soy bean field. The renovated, dilapiated, might-have-been mecca is a far cry from the cotton field farmhouse he expected.

This was where Johnny Cash played the piano; where his mother read the Old Testament out loud; where his father beat him; where the family mourned by a deathbed. This had all happened, sure, but transposing it onto all of Mr. Stegall’s renovations was tough work…