There’s an old Horry County, SC joke about its seven Democrats. That’s no longer true. There are twelve. I jest—if the recession hadn’t changed many people’s plans we might even be able to win an election. OK that’s a stretch but…someday.
How did I–a life long not truly Democratic but truly liberal Jewish single New Yorker who basically can’t change a light bulb (they’re all way too fancy) end up owning a stand alone patio in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, four blocks from the ocean?
The last part of the last sentence in the above paragraph had a lot to do with it.
This memoir is the story of how I got to this part of my journey through that wonderous journey through life. It’s the story I have been trying to tell for years but couldn’t until I truly understood who I am and why I do and did the things I did.