"I passed through a little town called Pine Mountain, which seemed to have everything you could want in an inland resort. It was attractive and had nice shops. The only thing it lacked was a mountain, which was a bit of disappointment considering its name. I had intentionally chosen this route because Pine Mountain conjured up to my simple mind a vision of clear air, craggy precipices, scented forests and tumbling streams—the sort of place where you might bump into John-Boy Walton. Still, who could blame the locals if they stretched the truth a little in the pursuit of a dollar? You could hardly expect people to drive miles out of their way to visit something called Pine Flat-Place."
(Currently reading)
Bill Bryson
The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America
I can't unconditionally recommend Bill Bryson's books, but if you can get past the crudity of some his prose, he really is insightful and funny. Check him out. Cheerio, Alan
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