543 Day Writing Journey

Jacksonville, NC. Day 43.

The house we bought in 2002. The road was called Shamrock because behind the back fence were millions of four-leaf clovers.

Jacksonville, North Carolina has been part of my life since December of 1995, when I married a young jarhead and moved there with Tyler. I was 21. I remember one of the first things I saw was the Driftwood bar. It had no windows.

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