When the lunch rush is getting down to its final crumbs and the smell of hot food is replaced by the suds of dirty dishes, a familiar figure can be seen walking across the railroad tracks at Depot Bottom.It’s 75-year-old Robert “Shorty” Britt making his daily trek to Depot Bottom Country Store for a plate before the restaurant stops serving lunch specials at 2 p.m.In his wake, about five paces back, is Jerry the dog. Tired and plodding, Jerry appears as spry as a concrete block, his shoulders hunched, his body clearly showing the dents that come from years of chasing cars and getting hit at least six times along the way.“They do this every day,” said Depot Bottom Country Store owner Sandy Young. “Robert will come walking up for lunch and get here right at 1:45 p.m. every day.