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You will find plenty here: http://ow.ly/vYwIw

There is more to all the changes in North Carolina than just the transition from tobacco fields to cities.
There have been huge changes over the last 50+ years, and one well traveled native presents his thoughts in a short book. Click the link or the picture to explore the book http://ow.ly/u8F10

In a world a wash with free content and unlimited information, do we really need experts? Click the picture or the link for more thoughts http://ow.ly/u7Nsg
But so few real experts with solutions that can actually solve problems? For more click on the picture or this link: http://ow.ly/sWyph
If the cold weather is getting you down, try spending some time with 100 of my favorite images of North Carolina’s Crystal Coast. It is much harder than you think to come up with the best images of such a scenic area. That is specially true when you take over 40,000 pictures a year. Click this link or the image of the cover to sample our book. It is a Kindle book, but as this page explains, Kindle reader software works on anything.
Forty years ago in September a snow stranded us in our tiny village along the Bay of Fundy #NovaScotia http://ow.ly/oSHuT For more information click the picture or the link.

Amazon deal on paper copies of our 2013 Emerald Isle Travel Guide $8.83- 156 pages, 80 pictures, 12 maps & 10 recipes http://ow.ly/odoxR
In some ways, memories are like small towns along a highway. You’re in the dark until all of sudden, you round a corner onto Main Street, where the memories are waiting for you like the inviting lights in a late-night diner.
For more click the link or the picture http://ow.ly/n9bgf #TheRoadToMyCountry

Our new book, The Road To My Country, is now available on the Kindle store. It’s $2.99 let me know what you think. I think lots of people will like it http://ow.ly/n2bIl

This passage sets the stage.
It’s often late at night on a dark country road when people and places, both remembered and imagined, become the sparks that light the memory defining our lives.
As my wife and I glide through the black night on Union Cross Church Road, we cross a small creek, and it hits me. I see the long-gone millpond, the house with five fireplaces, and the mill itself. I see the shadows of three young girls, my mother and her two sisters, picking beans in their garden. Next, I remember the place as it was when I was young, an old, crumbling concrete dam with trees growing in the former millpond.
The memory fades as fast as it comes, and the dark road continues on into the night.
There is more information about our upcoming book at my View from the Mountain site.
