Along the beaches of North Carolina...
Where your best friends and worst enemies inhabit your space....sand and water. Where Northerners continue to invade each Spring. Where Southerners greet their visitors with outstretched arms full of rentals and an endless supply of food, drink and service businesses. It’s North Carolina where “southern bells”, tobacco and red necks reside.
It’s a confusing hodgepodge of folks who claim a Southern ancestry. Where Southern pride emerges after four beers. Where polite tolerance continues to exist during the daylight and at one’s public work station. It’s a neighborhood sprinkled with 90’s folks who grab hold of Southern traditions and claim them as their own. It’s home for any who choose...as long as they can escape the dreaded accents of the North.
Make no mistake...It may carry the unacceptable word “North” in it’s state name...but it ain’t. It’s South! And, just as in the days gone bye. their still lingers that suspicion of Northern “carpet Baggers” and, more reciently.... “Trickle down” solutions.
Yet, in some ways, these folks are just like the rest of us, They too suffer their most painful losses from within. It’s the local folks with money and political “pull” who rape and pillage the country side and beaches. It’s from within, where money and political power twist and pull the pridefull Southern spirit....until we at last sit together with bewildered expressions on our faces wondering “How did they pull that one over us?”.
Yes, it’s North Carolina. Warm, sunny beaches, restaurants, bars and quickie groceries are always a short walk away. It’s a place where spring time frolics occur. It’s a summer time beach house. It’s a shell collectors heaven. It’s a tourist trail. These are the beaches of North Carolina.
Lets return home...where life's priorities become clear.
