Do you know what it means to ride 60 miles on difficult roads and finally arrive (after crossing rt 95 ) in Yemassee , SC, only find out that the town is dry on Sundays? Emergency texts to our Southern friends Riley and Elden were of little avail. I even tried claiming that I was Jewish and that I hadn’t had a drink the day before. Didn’t work. They lock the cooler doors at the convenience stores.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?