Boiling

Springs.

I drove through a town with that name years ago. The directions I was given consisted of phrases like "Turn left at the cornfield," "Turn right at the bungalows," and "There's no traffic light in our town, but we do have one stop sign!"

- I felt like I was driving through a cross between a Stephen King movie and the Twilight Zone.

It's changed since then, which makes me sad in some ways. I'm not big on change. Especially when it saps a place of its charm.