Down in Chapel Hill.
Checked out some cribs.
Hot as fuck.
Soon we'll know where we're headed.
Drank Cheerwine, of course.
Left my copy of Thomas Wolfe's You Can't Go Home Again on the plane headed down. Was shocked to find that there were no copies of it or any other of Chapel Hill's most famous adopted writer at the Bookshop on Franklin St. Things change. Inventories there were generally low.
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