Writing from my father's Blackberry: it is somewhat difficult as I have to hunt for the keys.Myrtle beach is finally looking up. The sun is finally shining. Now I can see the golf course in its southern beauty.
Yesterday, idylls of picturesque southern belles tricked out in their golf gear flashed before my eyes. "Bitch!" shouted a red faced redneck. I turned around to check if he was pulling an Imus on my nappy head. He was not. Suddenly I remembered the sage words of Thomas March: does Myrtle beach have white sand? I realized that I had no idea.
Today I plan on finding out.
2 comments:
u write well welcome to the blogoverse sister. Nice spot u have here, hope u don’t mind the drive by, do chk me out one day
rawdawgbuffalo and if u like what u read, maybe u will come back, even Blog Roll Me
UNHEALTHY that thomas march is one of your labels.
UNHEALTHY, h-dog.
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