“Where do they put all the dirt?”

That was a question raised by one of our museum guides today.  She was a Yankee transplant, and, like us, could not believe how manicured and beautiful Charlotte is.  I guess being the country’s second largest financial center helps, as some of that money is clearly cascading into the city in terms of its architectureContinue reading ““Where do they put all the dirt?””

Sunday in the South

We have now learned that Sunday means something different here.  In New York, museums look at the calendar and say, “Bet we’ll have a lot of visitors today!”  Here, they say, “Why aren’t you at church and home with your family?  Don’t even think about coming here!”  Family values and all that…

Maryland, my Maryland

(I was actually born there, many moons ago.) Our first day out was smooth sailing down to the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  We arrived in Chestertown late afternoon.  It is home to Washington College, funded originally by George himself.  The town is beautiful – evidently one of those places that students often never bring themselvesContinue reading “Maryland, my Maryland”