A Carpetbagger & Scalawag from Georgia Makes an Apology | Eastern North Carolina Now

  People of the south should be used to interlopers from outside the area coming in and agitating the locals without bothering to find out how they live and what they think.

   After the War of Northern Aggression, most southerners had to endure the long years of a carpetbagger or scalawag trying to tell them how to live and act. Fortunately, the south is a forgiving place and eventually they will assimilate, absorb and transform those poor unfortunate transplants into the slower pace of life below the Mason Dixon line.

   Nevertheless, what happens when the scalawag comes from somewhere far south of you; Like Georgia? Most southerners will just ignore the interloper and say "Bless his little heart" and pay no more attention to him. Ultimately, the trespasser will take the time and effort to understand his new environment and learn his way around.    Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I may be late to investigate your marvelous city and county, and I wonder why it took me so long.

   In my defense, I have been to North Carolina many times during business and pleasure trips. My former company has plants in Asheville  and Kings Mountain. My son was married at Leatherwood Mountain Resorts, shown below.  We had a beautiful view of the mountains from the back porch of our Cabin.


I have a close friend who owns a beach house in Carolina Beach, which at one time was a bit too close to the ocean for comfort.

We had several sales meetings at Wilmington.

When my company sponsored a NASCAR, I was a host at the suite at Charlotte Motor Speedway. 


    Before entered field of sales, I spent two weeks with the NC Sales Engineer learning some of the basic skills of industrial sales in 1975. I have camped with my parents at Maggie Valley and play poker at Cherokee. Heck I even dated a girl from Murphy in high school, but I do not hold them responsible for that fiasco.

Fishy Fishy Cafe, Yacht Basin Drive, Southport, NC


   I have always enjoyed the pictures that Stan has taken of the area and populated through out the BCN site including his childhood memories of the rotating train gate. Having offered a belated Mia Culpa above, I don't recall having ever been to Washington, NC. After spending a year or so as a gatecrasher on this site, I took the time to do a little of probing of YouTube in hopes of gaining perspective from a birds eye view. Most of the readers will recognize these locations. I will  add this as another location to visit in North Carolina.  I apologize for never having taken the tours below before.  North Carolina is truly Americana in it truest sense.


Aerial drone of Washington NC no sound

Washington NC Waking Up

Rotating Train Trestle Opening for Boat

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( October 1st, 2016 @ 8:02 pm )
 
In this age of everyone having an excuse for their actions, somehow the words fit together, as in "They can't help it, they are just plain Deplorable Crackers."

Kinda has a ring to it.
( October 1st, 2016 @ 7:22 pm )
 
I dig the the term. It is just a word of many meanings

I now have a new term that I dig just as much, which has meaning, and Lord knows, there muddle-brained Liberals who would label me as such - a "Deplorable".
( October 1st, 2016 @ 6:10 pm )
 
I will wear that name proudly. I may have to dust off my article about watching the minor league team Atlanta Crackers from the railroad tracks in right field.
( October 1st, 2016 @ 11:25 am )
 
CRACKER it is.

The term Cracker comes from the cowboys of panhandle Florida, who cracked a bullwhip to get the attention of the steers.
( October 1st, 2016 @ 10:34 am )
 
I used to know which, but now I guess I get to choose which I identify with. I'm guessing CRACKER!
( October 1st, 2016 @ 10:26 am )
 
It is a good post, especially from such a Georgia Peach ... or is it Cracker?
( October 1st, 2016 @ 1:59 am )
 
A boy's fascination with trains, planes and cars tends to prove that Thomas Wolfe was wrong. I spent many hours in the viaducts of Atlanta wandering around the Underground before it became a tourist attraction. In the fifties you could stand at the end of the Atlanta Airport runways and watch the planes come and go with only a chain link fence between you and the touchdown. Later it was a great place to park with a date and dream of other destinations.
( September 30th, 2016 @ 9:13 pm )
 
If I ever get lost again, and can't find my home, I pray I will at least find this video to get my bearings back home.



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