




In the South, strangers smile and make conversation; everyone is "ma'am" and "sir" and "miss." I was taken aback by it on our first day in South Carolina, but I soon caught on. Generosity is contagious. Also, there's a sort of calm, a relaxed spirit, so integral to the South. Maybe it's the heat. But I enjoy any reason to move a little slower, to take a little more time.
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