asheville

“Wait, am I still in your phone as this?” My thumb is hovering over a contact, “Melissa W from Queensboro”. The petite, dark haired girl driving confirms it, then offers to update it. “It’s fine,” I say, texting myself the photo I wanted. We’ve just left Chimney Rock. She’s carefully steering our Nissan Note (a rental) back down the…

A lot of my readers are from North Carolina, however, many are not. When I told my co-workers I was headed to Asheville for Halloween weekend, I got the mandatory Carolinian response: “Awww, Asheville? Have you ever been? YOU’LL LOVE IT THERE.” With the exception of Smoopsie (Lane), no one from outside the state knew…