As anyone who's been reading this blog knows, I was born and raised in Manhattan.
I never spent any time in the south, unless you count my visits as a child to southern Florida to visit my grandmother.
I don't think that counts though, because most of the people in southern Florida are from New York anyway.
My point is this: I grew up in a place where image and attention to detail is everything.
Eight years ago my father moved from Queens, New York to a very small town in Coastal North Carolina. When I say small town, I mean SMALL TOWN. Two hours from the nearest highway ,small.
When he first moved there, the town had ONE traffic light. Now there's three! Woohoo!
I have visited my father in North Carolina a handful of times, including a few months before I moved back to Manhattan (from Boston), almost two years ago. It is like a different planet to me. Animals are treated like property, they don't serve bagels with breakfast, there isn't an organic section in the supermarket, I could go on and on, but my point is- it's DIFFERENT.
This particular trip, my father was having spinal surgery, and the husband had just finished medical school, so we decided to load the animals into the car and drive FIFTEEN hours to my dad's house.
That's FIFTEEN. 1-5.
Some couples spend FIFTEEN hours in a car together and they want to kill, or at the very least dismemeber each other. Not us. We had a great time. In addition to the dozens of pork stores and mullets we saw, we also noticed some other interesting phenomenon.
We literally started writing down all of the funny shit we saw. This weekend, while cleaning out my closet, I found the notes we took. hence, the inspiration for this post.
The fist thing we noticed was the south has some interesting street signs. Here are a select few:
"Backlick Road"
"Blueball Road"
"Street Road" (Redundant Road?)
We saw a car dealer who was selling "Cheverelets" (sic.)
We saw the Sanitary Restaurant. Because nothing says "Mmmmmmmm, delicious!" like the word "sanitary".
We went to the local hardware store and we saw two signs that peaked our interest:
One said "Yale Sale".
I'm assuming that unless they were selling a large amount of college memorabilia they meant "Yard Sale".
The other sign was someone selling a boat. They kindly included the measurements in "Lenth" and "Witch" (Length and Width).
And finally, on our way home, we passed a turkey ON THE HIGHWAY. Just walking along the shoulder by the median like he was in a hurry to get somewhere.
Maybe he was heading north.
