I need some help. My usual mastery of the English language has deserted me and I need to come up with a term of definition.
There seem to be certain towns that are cursed. But not generally cursed – they can be prosperous and full of happy residents – they’re just cursed for me. That’s the word I need, a one word description of a town that’s only cursed for me.
I’ve already described Caen in France. Nothing but bad luck every time I set foot in that town. Now I have to add Beaufort, SC to that list. My experiences in Beaufort weren’t half so trying as those in Caen, but never being able to find your way anywhere, finding a restaurant without air conditioning for a very late supper, not being able to find parking and so missing lunch, these are very irritating things and when they happen in the same town over the course of two days I have to believe it’s the town rather than just a bad day, full moon, what have you.
Had good luck on Parris Island visiting the Museum. Can’t say I had bad luck in Port Royal with my lodgings. Had fine luck travelling out to the site of the Penn School on the Sea Islands. But man, anywhere within Beaufort’s aura was very bad mojo.
I blame the yuppies myself. Too many damned Yankee yuppies who have descended and turned what was a beautiful Southern port town into a nest of art galleries, useless boutiques, martini and wine bars. They even have a tapas place for Christ’s sake! What happened to southern tapas being pigs knuckles and fried pickles?
Shake the dust from your feet o man, and hie thyself further south to Savannah.