She told me that the town was a "sleepy little ol' southern town" until a few years ago, and truth to tell, it is not that far from that time even now. It has charm and some elegance but it can be appreciated in a day. Nevertheless it is a place that I instinctively liked.
It is a little cooler today, a relative term. Around 78 Degrees F I am told, whatever that is in Celsius. Tomorrow I'm off to the mountains for coolness, wine, history and whatever else comes along.
Post script. I was served at dinner by a boy from the area who spoke very like a young elvis, more of a mumble that anything else. His name, he tol' (sic) me was Malachi which he pronounced as Mah - la - Kai. I told him in Ireland the name is pronounced as Mal - ak - kee. "You from Ireland"? "Boy, y'all having a bad time right now" he said. I didn't know what he meant. "It must be hard fir y'all" he repeated, "Living so close to Iraq an all."
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