When your town loses its mind, it just makes sense to make a run for it. In our case, we ran back home to North Carolina where the weather is warm, the atmosphere's calm, and the only people marching are the ones on base.
We visited our families, hit our favorite aquarium, toured a battleship, and spent a glorious day at the beach.
In January.
And perhaps most importantly, we discovered that humidity and salt water do wonders for Margaret's curls. I had been afraid that she was losing them, but no--it was just the central heating. She clearly belongs in the South. I think we all do really.
