Sitting on a porch and rocking in a rocking chair is what I've been doing. North Carolina has wispy tall pines and a lovely beach. People in the South say things like, "It was just a crow's fly away." They eat chipped beef. Big front porches on the old houses look quaint combined with the clapboard shutters. I witnessed an entire golf game – the game does have it's charm. And I think the sign that said "Beware of the alligators" was for real, but I'm not sure. Cable TV, Ms. Pacman, and snack food is comforting. I feel like navel gazing lately, whether I'm in North Carolina or Illinois. All introspection is what is going on. Describing the outside of things is much easier than describing the inside.
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