Day three was the first day in more than 13 years where I was no longer a resident of the South.
This is more significant than simply no longer living in North Carolina. The South is bigger and more meaningful. And, from my point of view, worse. Much worse.
I am not a fan of the South. I realize that many are, maybe even some who might read this column. I apologize in advance for the offenses I am about to cause. Because the South is different, in ways that you can’t really fathom until you’ve lived there, and because most of those differences are bad.