From most of what I saw, North Carolina is a long series of two-lane blacktops bracketed by fields of weeds. I don’t know why people object to immigrants coming to America; there seems to be ample room for them in North Carolina. But there were some things to see: a place called Tarheel Barbecue, where, unfortnately, the food disappointed; the Senator Bob Martin Agricultural Center, which 
seemed to be in the center of nothing; a Boiled Peanuts store (I actually bought the blistered peanuts); and The Twisted Lime, the sort of place where expect to find John Fred and the Playboy Band playing `Judy in Disguise.’
