Acting my Age in Darlington, South Carolina

In my jaded and embittered old age, I have learned one thing about myself. Yes - only one - and it is that I have an unmistakable aversion to women of a certain age (over 14) acting "cute". I mean that weird, phony precociousness and feigned accidental coquettish-ness... Blech.
Ben has a name for these figures who appear in pop-culture. He calls them Darlings.

This is my way of telling you that I am moving to Darlington, South Carolina.

I would like this to be an interactive post so I'm going to ask something of you.

1. open up an additional window or tab in your chosen browser
2. do a google images search for "New Orleans"
3. marvel
4. be jealous of where I've been living for the past six weeks
5. understand that I won't hold your envy against you
6. know that I deserved this, okay? I had a really bad year and I needed a break
7. clear out that search
8. search "Darlington, South Carolina"
9. if possible attach your favorite image or its url link in the comments section
10. write a 300 word essay on how all good things must come to an end

The thing is, I'm still really excited. I'm excited to visit a place I've never been nor would have thought to visit. I'm excited about Food Lion. I'm excited about Nascar. I'm thrilled to be an hour and a half from Myrtle Beach and Charlotte.
And hey, if it's good enough for The Boss to write a song about, it's good enough for me.

We're saying farewell to New Orleans too soon, but we're determined to make the best of this week.

Ambitious List of things To Do for the first time:

• Charmaine Nevel at the Ritz (done!)
• Visit city park (done!)
• Ride the trolley
• Pimm's cup at Napolean House for Ash
• Ferry ride for brunch in Algiers 
• WWII Museum (done!)
• Visit Musician's Row

To be continued...