Adios, South Of The Border?

It was once said that Pedro’s fire works, but that may no longer be the case. Ibiblio’s Keeper Of The Chicken Paul Jones is on the story that the monument to roadside kitch, South of the Border, appears to be closing up shop.

To add a story to the legend of South of the Border, a onetime neighbor of ours once played basketball at the University of South Carolina. Coach Frank McGuire was friends with owner Alan Schafer and would bus the team there each season for a basketball clinic. Schafer feted the team during their stay, offering outrageous gifts. He would treat them like absolute kings.

Its said that Schafer basically owned Dillon county, and allegedly had the sheriff’s department on his payroll. Schafer was allegedly tight with the mob, too, enough so that when Interstate 95 was being planned, the route got moved closer to Schafer’s property. At least, so says the rumor. If you look at a map, you can see a little jog in the route right around Pedro’s house.

Boy, I-95 will be pretty dull without South of the Border around. Never thought I’d say it, but I’ll miss those tacky billboards. What other tourist trap could possibly take its place?

Rested

Yesterday morning I awoke from a good night of sleep. Same for this morning. Amazing what a little rest can do for your health.

The weather’s been gorgeous, too, which has put me in a great mood: sunny, mid 70s, and not so humid with an occasional shower or two thrown in for good measure. Man, I don’t remember the last time Raleigh has had an actual spring, but now I see why I missed it so much!

Now, if I could only figure out how to get in a good sail or two, I’d be happy!