In the late 1980's my friend Gerry and I took a trip to West Virginia. The people we went to see lived in a southern-style mansion complete with "grounds." I was astonished to learn that the price of that place was less than what someone would pay for my itty-bitty condo today.
The four of us went to the nicest restaurant in town. Fried chicken and the best strawberry shortcake I've ever tasted. Gerry gasped when he picked up the check: less than $25.
On the ride back to Chicago, I mused: "I guess if, money wise, my back was really against the wall, I could always move to a trailer in West Virginia. Maybe in a college town?"
My friends Carole in Mexico City and June in Asheville are happy with their decision. I've been able to follow them on the internet, so I imagine they would stay in touch with me. The digital world is always a click away.
What about making friends? Would the natives welcome a big city "elite"? I would start with bridge. In my experience, there's always a game. Everywhere.
I lived in W. Virginia when I was a young child. It's beautiful that is for sure. Thanks for including the picture. Melinda Power
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