Well, Angel Jen and I broke another interstate barrier thrusting
boldly into South Carolina, the state that struck the first blow of
the Civil War by firing on the Yankees' warships at Fort Sumpter. You
can ask your teacher about THAT mess. I think she remembers it.
Well, as soon as we got into South Carolina the waterway was lined on
both sides by golf courses, marinas, shopping malls and great big
houses. The town was called Myrtle Beach. I guess a lady called Myrtle
used to live there or something. People come from all over to vacation
here, play golf and enjoy the beaches. Why here and not right next
door in North Carolina? I believe it it because someone long ago
decided to try to make a good vacation place and began working on it.
It took years and years but they did it.
You can start to do things if you decide to and as long as you don't
quit you might succeed. Maybe one of you can start making Camptown
into a great place for something. Keep doing it and you might live in
a mansion like these along the intracoastal waterway in South Carolina
some day.
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