When I recently drove to North Carolina I knew it would be a unique and memorable experience. I was unprepared for the genuine acts of kindness, the high level of character, and the southern pride I had the pleasure to be around. I found the simplest of purchases and attendance to events to be very rewarding and great examples of class regarding southerners.
I decided to attend the 2016 Coca Cola 600, one of NASCAR’s biggest races on one of the United States most sacred holiday weekends. I had already spent three hours meeting absolutely terrific people, and that was just parking my car! The following took place as I waited to cross the street in Concorde North Carolina, in front of the Charlotte Motor Speedway:
I noticed an elderly gentleman had set up a booth selling flags, and was selling all types of flags to honor Veterans for Memorial Day. I made my way over and looked for a Confederate flag. I was happy to find them without problem, proudly displayed for sale just like the other flags that were there. I commented to the one legged Veteran that I was happy to see the Confederate flags among all the others, and he proudly explained with a grin “You’re in Dixieland son, we honor all veterans.” I gave him one of my blog cards, and quietly explained that I was a Confederate flag advocate from Canada. I asked to purchase one of the Confederate Flags, and the gentleman pointed out he had Canadian flags as well. I quietly purchased both.
