Columbia

It’s crawling with squirrels by day and roaches at night.

Be forewarned.

I came for work. It’s an ok town but nothing too interesting to do at night.

On April 1, 1968, I was born here. Dad was temporarily based here in the construction biz, so I’ve really never seen the place.

I was here for a week back in the late ‘80s. I remember it as a beautiful city. It was the first, and last, place I ever shicked and ate raw oysters. Apparently it’s a big deal in Columbia. I’ve been elsewhere in the south, but this is the only large city where I’ve actually felt like I was listening to Gone With the Wind! Real southern belles everywhere you turn.

An okay city, but too much crime, not enough to do, not really urban yet not really nature-y :( It has its fair share of cool stuff from time to time but you really have to look for it.

A tip to any woman living here: learn self-defense.