Our move to Charlotte North Carolina was our sixth move in 24 years.  By now, Fran and I were seasoned veterans at the corporate relocation game.

Having never been to North Carolina, I was a bit apprehensive.  I had a mental picture of this place...

• Men being tied to trees and made to squeal like pigs

• Buxom blonds walking around with their butt cheeks hanging out of ultra skimpy blue jean shorts

• neighbors brewing corn whiskey on their back porch

Obviously I have an overactive imagination or I've seen too many Burt Reynolds movies...

In just one trip to Charlotte, we found our house, registered Mike son for school, signed him up for the football team and partied with the new neighbors.

Our new house is located in a subdivision called Highland Creek, you know... one of those "planned communities."  In the "Creek", all the homes look essentially the same; each family has 2.3 kids; the wives all drive mini-vans and the husbands drive sport utility vehicles.  It's not a bad place to live.  If it wasn't for the gossip... it would be boring as hell.