I saw this place on the map, and it was just a short drive off the interstate, so we had to stop. Who knew the land of our people was South Carolina. Paul may be the only southern born Sellers, but apparently it’s in his blood.
We stopped at the town hall and I put my name on the ballot to run for mayor in the next election. I’ve gotta be a shoe-in with a name like this. Unfortunately, this vibrant community is home to only a run down market store, this town hall, and a few farm houses. Not exactly a burgeoning metropolis. But if its serenity and humidity you desire, then catch the next train to Sellers, SC!
If you’ve ever driven down 95 in either direction you may have heard of this South of the Border place. Yeah. Driving north there were (seriously) about a hundred billboard signs for this… uh, tourist destination. In some points there were billboards every 100 yards. The shear volume of advertising rivals Coca-Cola, so you’re bound to stop just to see what the heck is going on in this place. Well, don’t. They definitely put more time and creativity into the signs than the place itself. So just keep driving, that is, unless you like spending money on useless garbage you could find at any dollar store. There were some interesting photo opportunities though.
Not sure what a giant gorilla has to do with Mexican themed junk, or why a Mexican themed junk shopping center is located between the North and South Carolina borders, but it’s here anyway.
What's better than a giant gorilla? Well, a giant flamingo of course. Or the giant stereotypical Mexican guy with sombrero and poncho. They had a lot of those.
And there's a couple of them. I should have bought this hat. Too bad it wouldn’t fit in the car. Alright, I’ll actually post some pictures from DC tomorrow. 
2 comments:
South of the Border is the Wall Drugs of the East.
Mason wanted me to write about how much he wishes he could see a huge flaming orange dinosaur and gorilla...he was also a big fan of the flamingo and Uncle Dope and little Paul in the hats. He said, and I quote, "Wow! Paul gets to go a lot of places and have lots of fun. I want to go see Uncle Matt and Aunt Becky too!" I told him I'd send him on the plane if he'd like and he could spend hours and hours in the car with the three of you...to which he responded, "Would they take me to the beach?" Go figure! He and his dad are one of a kind.
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