I moved to this little North Georgia town, nestled at the foothill of The Blue Ridge Mountains just two years ago. I know very few people here and seldom go any place because I no longer drive. I have a perfect driving record over 50 years, but the State of Georgia cancelled my driver’s license because it made a typographical error on my birth date, which did not match my social security records. Therefore, it cancelled my driver’s license two years ago.
I will be writing an article about that a bit later, plus another article describing how the local Marshall’s office hounded me for months here.
Because of these events, in addition to others, I have stayed home most of the time during the past two years. And in the past seven months, spent a lot of time writing. However, the past three days I’ve been in involved in a rummage sale, which is sort of like a yard sale but inside my home. As a result, I have met many of the “local folks,” some rather charming.
