Headin' South

Left the house and pointed the car south. The warmth from the morning sun made me smile. Just over the South Carolina border we hit the magic place. You know the place I mean. It's where you peel off the sweater and switch on the air conditioner.

Spanish moss in the trees, told us we had reached Georgia. Spanish moss inspires romantic notions for some folks. Frankly, it has always creeped me out a little bit. For some reason, it makes me think of zombies. Probably some old movie I saw when I was a kid.

I know there's no such thing as zombies.