Elite Coastal Properties, Part 1

We went down to Wilm-N-Tun.


There's a great health food co-op


in a minefield of non health food non co-ops.



We met with a man who shall remain nameless.


Twice we slept at a nice park.


A Pooping Heather Bear saw a respectable snake common to the area.


Luckily we were near a quiet Carolina Beach.




We made some friends.


With that man we saw some land.




But quickly looming clouds signaled a return to the car.


Possibly taking a cue from the pelicans at the coast, a wave of brave anarchist kamikazes dove through the hundred-degree sky.



A few dents and scratches may not be much, but they know it's a start.

On the way out we saw another plot as another guardian angel whispered in our ears.



After a self-guided tour, we were completely confused about where we were and what this land was.


We ventured on, this time to Greenville, North Carolina.

The World's Only MARRIED Couple

After travails in Durham we found our own contractually bound local guardian angels, in the form of Tracy and Eric, the Triangle's only MARRIED real estate team. Only one property looked feasible to visit but it stunned us with its stunningly stun gun.

Here's what God has to say about it:

A SHINING GEM JUST SOUTH OF MEBANE! Basic home built as a schoolhouse in 1921. Nice kitchen & master bedroom expansions create a comfortable, personable living space. Marvelous secluded 33A lot includes lake of about 5 acre. Old hardwood floors, working FPs in living room & master, large decks on side &at back! A Must See!

At the outset, a winding woodly journey into the property revealed a great house. The windows were everywhere. We would have to avoid keeping stones in this place if you know what I mean.


We ventured out back. An anole anointed an anonymous arbor as all approached, and accelerated, avoiding attention.


Beyond, Eric warded off snakes with a special rod as we descended the cleared corridor through the rest of the long and narrow trapezoid.


This time we knew the shape of the land – rhomboid, sphere, and dodoctopod were thus out of the question – however finding the borders required more smarts than we could obtain, especially considering that the borders do not exist, while we certainly do. We stayed close to the middle where we knew it was safe, and soon we met a five acre pond.


Horseflies' hot hidden hands hummed, hungrily hiccuping hemoglobin.


Happily, hurting has hence hemi-healed.

Durham, North Carolina

Question of the Day:

What is this person saying?

We saw Charlotte, NC!


We liked it, despite ourselves, as it flew by our windows for about 15 minutes.
It was clean and had a bunch of art around and statues of metal people we don't know, and flesh people of many colors.
It was intriguing upon this very first glance, and that's about all we know of it.

We happily arrived in Durham, NC to the house of our now-friend Kym Register, of the band Midtown Dickens, who was out and about being that it was her second to last night before leaving for India for a week. She was going to talk and learn from Hijra there, a group of transgender men and sometimes women.

So, she left the key in a secret place which clearly i will not divulge to you.
All of a sudden it happened, we had a house all to ourselves with even wireless internet and a kitchen to cook on!
Despite the indoorsness of it all, we found ourselves drawn to the one-degree-cooler front porch as opposed to the one-degree-hotter insides.


We called a Suzuki dealer, as for the past bunch of days, our trusty steed

had been popping out of 5th gear into neutral in a sudden and jarring manner.
While it was getting looked at for a couple of hours, they hire the nicest man named J to take you to 9th street, the part of Durham that has Whole Foods, an ice-cream parlor, and restaurants and shops you are sure to enjoy.


9th Street, however, did not hold our hearts.
It was ho-hum.
J, however, fondly holds our hearts.
He told us about the tobacco farm he grew up at, and how he missed the feeling of his hands in the dirt, and the fresh onions and potatoes they would eat from the ground.
He would direct a mule to pull the tobacco that had just been picked, and in the middle of the hot day he would sneak off to a shady grove to find the juciest watermelon and scoop out the pulp.
Our mouths were watering.

J

When we got back to Suzuki, Ronny was another charming character.
He told us about the Carolina Shag, which he teaches part time, and how if we moved to north carolina we would just have to learn it. He also told us they couldn't fix the transmission, that they'd have to put in a whole new or used one. So we went on our way with now Ronny too in our hearts.


We took Melanie to the train station in order to staten-island for 6 days.
We took the car to Frank who said he could rebuild the gear that was worn.
Before Melanie left we took to making whole wheat pasta with steamed broccoli, zucchini, chard, carmelized onions, tomatoes, basil, and parmesean cheese.
We also made the most delicious salad with lettuce, spinach, avocados, raw cheddar cheese, cherry tomatoes, onions, edible flowers, and blackberries.


It was 101 degrees in an oven house, a little stir crazy, but good.
I worked on some b'b'salmon songs on this here backpacker gi-tar,


keith stumbled a fan from Chris's room while he wasn't looking cuz it was dark (he said we could),


and we found relief in the most beautiful swimmin hole, which even itself was sweating.


The tiniest toads greeted (ran away from) us. And we caught many of all sizes.


Geo, a local boy who swims every day at the swimmin hole greeted us in a friendly human way, and told us that he doesn't like durham because it's boring and has gangs.
We swam long and good, and evaded bites from the looming (swimming) snappers.


On the way out we saw a fox!

We went and looked at land! Keith will soon tell you of the land and the fish on it that could be our future breakfasts.
This time, our guardians gave us plenty of paraphanalia, including 10 business cards in case we forgot to dream of their smiling faces.


Which we put happily to use with the most delicious frozen mango strawberry coconut butter and egg shakes while keith chatted up our next guardian.


We drove around Raleigh which was, as a big city can be at a first glance, undiscernable.



It looked like there was hardly anyone around, but Raleigh may just be the first place to employ city-camo suits making humans blend to the eye seemlessly with bricks and skyscrapers.

We did see something for a certain special Erin Gleeson:


We like this:


We went back to Durham and traded our car in for a new car for free!


Which means we rented one for the week and left keith's to be healed by Mechanic.

We decided to drive around Durham again to get a feel for it, mainly because we didn't quite like it, but didn't know why.

"Find Your Cool"

A strange mix of new developments and old forgotten buildings:




Back to our home in Durham where despite being lived in by Kym, Chris, and Chaz (of Chaz's Bull City Records in Durham), (3 of the friendliest folk), was empty almost the whole time, it was still hot at almost record highs and we were still trying fruitlessly to sleep.



At finally about 3am Keith and I both spontaneously arrose, as sleep was no where to be found. So we walked into the kitchen and stayed that way until the birds and sun started chirping.

The fruits of our wakefullness:


And after many moments of sweating and wondering in Durham, finally our time came to move on!
But not without capturing our new friend Chris!



Finals

Durham is like the boy next door who's kind of cute, but once you start talking to him you find out he smokes cigarettes and kills bugs for fun. You try hard to like him, because of the sheer convenience his proximity offers, and so you focus on his redeeming features, namely the Whole Foods he lives at and his friends Midtown Dickens, but that particular twinkle in his eye just isn't there.