Take notes. I lie to polls. This is Appalachia. From this perspective, this piece nails North Carolina. The new NC, and the old NC. It’s difficult to get folks around here to slide into politics. It begins with a shrug. Then, we tiptoe around: I thought Trump was gonna… You’all know he love prostitutes (they do not say prostitutes), and he never built the wall. I wish he would build us a library (we need a library), there is a lot of talk whether or not to put a computer in there. There are no writers here (town folks do not know I write), so let’s just stick to books, and prostitutes (laughs all around).

My voltital  take on NC is that Trump is in trouble. He had always walked a fine line here. Everyone and their grams knows he’s in trouble because: That naked woman from Czechoslovakia is for sale. I saw it (they didn’t). Fox News. We lied to them pollsters. Great laughter ensures. The reality is that this little southern town, the courthouse is Big on the Confederacy and is a museum. Trump was coming with condos. Bulldozers came. No Trump. Many folks have never been over twenty-five miles from home.  A lot of us grow our food. We went with Hillary. Town voted Hillary, and we still need a library. We lied to you. They chuckle because pollsters are not from here. Anyone not from here is suspect. NC is unpredictable. You’all lied to us. That you will make things better. We live hard scrabble lives with chickens. We laugh a lot in Our Town.  I vote computers for the library.