I am back from a tour of textile mills in beautiful Greensboro, NC, and am really happy to have something to eat besides salad and potatoes. I was able to help translate South Carolinian for Portlanders via my Texas past. “Y’all wantin’ sweet tea?” is just a nonsense birdsong to the uninitiated.
My spidey-sense started tingling on the way to a vegan restaurant when we saw a vintage clothing store and people playing Hacky-Sack, because I could tell we were in “my” part of town, that is, near a college campus. We saw some fellas kicking back with drinks on the roof of their house, apparently because the porch couch was too stinky to sit on any longer.
I met a nice young man from Belfast who is interning with a local yarn manufacturer, and who wore a green rubber bracelet to show his support for the search for a cure for Irishness. I hope they succeed. Please, Jesus?
Flying home, I sat next to a young man reading Bowhunter magazine.
Fare thee well, Greensboro! I’ll miss the Cheerwine and sweet tea!
Postscript: The very kind tour guide sent me a twelve-pack of Cheerwine to help with the pain! I laughed, I thought I’d die. I have never recieved a gift based on my blog before, and I am going to have to be more careful about what I ask for.