Carolina. The home of Scout and Boo, and a Bastard, splendidly played by one of the Fried Green Tomatoes. Porches and their epitomal swings pulled straight from the archives of sources such as Alice Walker books and Billy Wilder movies. A rich, colorful history of slavery and emancipation, tobacco, cotton, and confederate flag wavin'. A place where vowels slide then 
dangle as richly and slowly as molasses, hitting that final "r" like the dollop into the ginger batter to make the most amazing Whole Foods recipe ever invented. One pounds the snow and salt-battered pavement and muses "so this is where it all started".
If you close one eye, it almost looks like Minnesota. The trees, the grass, the terrain in general, as long as you remain in the level part. Along those lines, at times that perhaps the other eye is half closed, you may think a little bit of the Jalisco/Michoacan area, with its little brooks running among grassy tree-lined banks. 
A time and a place for tying ends and unravelled beginnings, a place in the middle where people don`t come for transitions, not even the students. This is a climate of seasons, a terrain for growing, with residents patient and sympathetic to newcomers just learning...
...the laws, both written and more importantly not...
...the ways of life that were once considered uniform until a new culture or subculture jarred that lifelong learning that was presumed beforehand as finished....
That what is finished is only something else beginning........................................................................
