Our visit yesterday "north of the river" reminded the missus and me of all the pretentious growth that's taken root in the lowest-of-the-lowcountry.
The stretch of US-278 between I-95 and Hilton Head Island is fast becoming a monument to upper-crust retirement exhibitionism. Golfing communities. Planned cities (such as Tradition, South Carolina -- supposedly an actual town). Uppity gated neighborhoods.
And most of them, like the sheep they are, have the same kind of naming scheme:
The Links At Fox Hunt Crossing
The Shoppes At Deer Run Cove
The Mansions At Plutocracy Pointe
The Slums (Slummes?) At Ghetto Chase Ridge
Seraphim and I have a name for those kind of places: THE-ATs.
Frankly, I'm jealous. And it got me to thinking. What's stopping a couple of middle-class schmucks from doing the same thing??!!
So, in light of this epiphany, I bring you:
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a tee-time at 1:30 a.m. Don't laugh; it was all I could afford.
Ciao for niao.
--Talmadge Gleckke, Esq.
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