I was born and raised in Durham but owing to a restless nature, I moved around the country quite a bit.
After experiencing the pains of a loveless marriage and discovering the joys of divorce, eventually I moved back to Carolina and settled in the middle of the state.
Things rocked along slowly until I met the love of my life in an internet chat room.
Hell, she even turned out to be an actual woman, which was a fantastic bonus!
We got ourselves married and lived happily ever after! (Who writes this stuff?) Okay, maybe not so happily after.
We are normal folk. We fuss. We fight and then we make up, that being the best part! First I make up and then I make up and then I...
Is it just me or is there a weird pattern starting to emerge?
Anyway, my best 90% and I decided to visit the waterfalls of western North Carolina. I had survived my first heart attack and had an itch to take a look at my home state.
Since I done been to the coast, a two headed quarter decided the directional question.
So we got on 40 West and drove until most everything started heading up!
We wound up in a pretty little place named Brevard on the weekend they was having the White Squirrel Festival.
We park the camper at a local campsite and head on into town to see what this is all about.
Something y'all need to know about me. I'm a redneck.
I know,I know. Y'all is COMPLETELY surprised, ain't ya?
You would'a figured it out soon enough, I'm pretty sure.
We go into town and we see this big old box set up with this not so young woman talking and waving her arms around. I not saying she was old or nothing, but I'm pretty sure she was around
during the Civil War! She might have been the CAUSE for all I know! She quickly got on my nerves!
There was this poor, scraggly white squirrel in the box. It did not look happy and most of the folks listening to this woman
did not seem to be driven to heights to ecstasy either.
She noticed me. She asked me if I had any questions. Shoot, I was eat up with questions!
If a elephant was in space, how did he get there?
Why does flammable and inflammable mean the exact same thing?
Why are folks that know everything so dumb?
Turns out she just wanted questions about white squirrels. And she was not too smart about them either.
I raised my hand and asked her the only question that matters to a redneck.
Is it good eating?
You would have thought I just offered her first born up for an auction! She got all insulty and she didn't want to talk to me any more. My wife didn't help matters much when she busted out laughing
and embarrassing this old woman even more. When the rest of the crowd joined in that pretty much was it for the White Squirrel traveling show.
So that was my excursion into Brevard, NC. I even got me a coffee cup.
Pete