I love Asheville. Asheville of the tattooed lesbians and Malaprops bookstore, so intensely conformist an island in the South around them, filled with great day spas and some of the best and affordable restaurants in the South.
But, yeah, I also laugh my head off at some of the fatuous, helpless, pathetic liberals there...
I know I'm being a little flippant. We ate there at Buffalo Wild Wings. And I bought a few cigars at a tobacco shop that was real smokey and cheerful. The proprietor said he didn't allow smoking in there. “Hey, I hear you,” I said, leaving it on the qt. Nice town, but I wouldn’t want to live there. I prefer NW South Carolina…or maybe those NE parts of Tennessee. That's really the country!