South Carolina Welcomes You – And Me, Too, I Might Add!

Home is the Sailor, home from the sea, and the Hunter, home from the hill and The Red Man, home from Texas. I wish I had time to describe the trip, but I’ll save that for tonight. Suffice it to say I won’t soon forget it. Preview of upcoming tales: one of the Little Women of Worsham Street came with us and thank God she did because the old woman Slow took a tumble leaving a Subway somewhere in Lucy Anna and couldn’t drive the rest of the way. I assume she’d had The Cold Cut Combo but never knew for sure since I didn’t think about it any more after The Fall.

I sniffed the green, green grass of home at the Welcome Center and pissed on it as well.