Growing up, the South was, for me, a couple of hundred miles below the Mason-Dixon Line where my cousins lived, in Washington, D.C. When I went back to visit it had been raining most of the week.
I took a car out of the city and headed south toward Maryland. The hillsides were lush and green and seemed willing to give up some hidden secret if you just looked in the right place for it. /THE OLD LINE
