I’m starting an ongoing feature today; photos and short essays that show why I love the South. For bookkeeping’s sake, I’ll place these entries under their own category called… wait for it… The South.
I can think of no better way to begin than with an item we’re especially known for. P-O-R-K, that spells hawg. Giganormous $3 pork chop sandwiches can be bought from the gas station next door. Behold!
