Dental Picks and Road Kill Armadillos…

Hey South Carolina and Other States to the South,

We think that should stop littering your streets and killing off your animals. Florida; Armadillos, Georgia; Snakes, South Carolina; Sea Turtles…why do you hate these little animals so much? I know, snakes bite, armadillo smell and sea turtles, well, they just explode when you all hit them.

You know, it’s unfair for us that everyone we meet is so amazing because we can never do them justice. Either we cannot convey just how phenomenal they are or we just don’t have the energy to move our little hands across the keyboard after a long day. With that said, thanks for being so fabulous, you!

After one long discouraging day of having heavy church doors shut in our face, we found a great one, conveniently placed in a shopping mall. The Grace church in Pawley’s Island opened their doors to us after Kate whimpered and displayed signs of an eventual emotional breakdown. Gets them every time, because she’s just so darn undeniably cute. That was crazy, we were in a church fishbowl in the mall, I sure hope I didn’t do anything to hurt their image.

The next night was unbelievable. We had the exclusive opportunity to be under the roof of one of the most impactful, admirable, and unimaginably gorgeous woman’s house….is that about right, Lynn? She heard about us through an artist we met at the Spoleto art festival. We received her contact info and I gave her a call. She told us to meet her at a place called “SBB.” As we walk up to SBB I can see why everyone utilizes the acronym, it stands for Suck, Bang, Blow. A biker joint, and the name refers to the cycle of air through a motorcycle engine, a little bit different than the S&M bar we are anticipating. Inside we found nothing but kind, gentle, generous bikers. No one ever matches up with their stereotypes these days. Anyways, Lynn was everything we hoped she would be and more.

The next day we went out to where she works and we were interviewed by a news station and photographed for the paper at the same time. Finally, my ten minutes of fame has arrived. And now it’s over. We never did get to see the news clip but our newspaper photos are on Kate’s facebook.

And then there was two. No worries, Josh will be back after these messages, or at least on the 21st. I know it’s odd and only a short while but we miss him already.

Walking hotel after condo after hotel in Myrtle Beach became monotonous until we hit the spiritual center. There they follow Meher Baba. There so many things in this world I’m ignorant about (and although I do desire to know a little something about everything, the answer is still “No, Kate and Josh, I do not want to go into the museum” [that would require more walking]). But that indirectly but directly put us in touch with the Files Family. They also took us in, no questions asked, and treated us with so much love and care. Sorry, that we sneaked out in the morning, it was early and we didn’t want to wake you all on your day off, but big thanks.

“Hey, saw you all in the newspaper yesterday, where’s the other?” shouted across the street to us, which then matured into the usual “where are you staying tonight?” Which then transforms into us staying in air conditioning, with big-hearted people, with foods in our bellies and clean hair and clothes. I love Trudi and Kenny. They brought us home with them and we had the privilege of meeting their inhibitionless, lively, and happy son. This blog was crafted using Trudi’s new pink, super bousie laptop. Thanks all.

Something was said tonight that will maybe bring all you worriers out there some piece of mind. This world is full of about 95% genuinely good people, but unfortunately, it’s only the 5% that we always hear about. And I’m blessed to say that we haven’t met those people….yet. And we probably never will. To be honest, we smell so bad that not even Ted Bundy would want to get too close. If I write a book about this whole ordeal I will appropriately name it, “The Three Months I Spent Willingly Smelling Like An Armpit.”

Go Crazy,

theWALKERS 

P.S. We want to put an end to all these ugly rumors: no, we will not all be taking breaks to go home. Other then Josh peacing out for a very momentous occasion, we are in this for the very long haul- all the way to Boston, MA.