When J.D. Stevens flips on the lights in the shed by his South Carolina home, he feels the presence of his dad, who died nearly a decade ago. He also sees hundreds of thousands of buttons.
They are sewn onto the original button suit on the mannequin that started it all. Nearby is the Chevrolet Chevette covered in buttons of all colors, big and small. There's a walk-in outhouse with a toilet covered in buttons and a piano with buttons everywhere but the keys. There's a button-covered hearse not too far from the coffin where white buttons stand out from all the rest, spelling out “BUTTON KING.”
