The Decision to Move to North Carolina

As a kid, I'd never gotten on an airplane until I was 17 years old. And we would drive in a Volkswagen bug to Merced from San Francisco. My dad would put a blender in a box and we'd stay at a motel six and Merced. It was just the best time I ever had. We got to be able to afford to old man out after such a long stretch of hard work. Or do you?