I witnessed a drive-by snooting in Fort Mill (York, Welcome: hotel, home)

[Jason Hills]

I was headed to look at a new development near Sun City just off of Route 521 when I saw something that seems to lurk under the surface in Charlotte. It taught me that a look can speak a thousand words, and that certain sentiments run deep here. A Mercades was coming in the opposite direction, and to my left was a gentleman tilling his lawn at a quaint Southern home that seemed like the perfect look for the sleepy, small community that once was Fort Mill. Next to Sun City however (a 3,700 home retirement center with over-the-top emenities) and surrounded by burgeoning new developments at every turn, his home looked slightly out of place.

The Mercades sped by, with the fifty-something driver giving this Southern gentleman a look that I can ony describe as a drive-by snooting. It was a look that reminds me of the sentiments one might hear on a plane en-route from New York to Cali about the people on the ground in between. The sentiment: he, she, they are insignificant. Imagine the audacity! On the other side, the Southern gentleman had a look on his face as if to say: "there goes another one," a look of aquiescent disdain.

Now, did I imagine this? Or have others seen the same kind of thing? And, was this strictly socio-economic, or perhaps a piece of the North/South issue?

That same night, I am in a bar with a pool table, shooting with some locals, when they find out I'm a NYker. Apparently, this was not information I should have shared with this particular crowd...my first time being called a "Damn Yankee," and they were not kidding around. One man's parting statement was "The only good Yankee is a dead one."

These are two extreme examples amidst many other positive ones. But being a newcomer from Upstate NY (and formerly from Jeysey) I'd love to hear other thoughts and experiences.

[CarolinaCruzes]

Well, as a life long southern, may I offer my deepest apologizes for the these neadrathals. I personally care very little about the location of your birhtplace or from which direction you moved, but would rather focus on what your life experience can teach me and how others can enrich our lives in the most suprising and unexpected ways.

WELCOME

[lovethecarolinas]

Originally Posted by Jason Hills

I was headed to look at a new development near Sun City just off of Route 521 when I saw something that seems to lurk under the surface in Charlotte. It taught me that a look can speak a thousand words, and that certain sentiments run deep here. A Mercades was coming in the opposite direction, and to my left was a gentleman tilling his lawn at a quaint Southern home that seemed like the perfect look for the sleepy, small community that once was Fort Mill. Next to Sun City however (a 3,700 home retirement center with over-the-top emenities) and surrounded by burgeoning new developments at every turn, his home looked slightly out of place.

The Mercades sped by, with the fifty-something driver giving this Southern gentleman a look that I can ony describe as a drive-by snooting. It was a look that reminds me of the sentiments one might hear on a plane en-route from New York to Cali about the people on the ground in between. The sentiment: he, she, they are insignificant. Imagine the audacity! On the other side, the Southern gentleman had a look on his face as if to say: "there goes another one," a look of aquiescent disdain.

Now, did I imagine this? Or have others seen the same kind of thing? And, was this strictly socio-economic, or perhaps a piece of the North/South issue?

That same night, I am in a bar with a pool table, shooting with some locals, when they find out I'm a NYker. Apparently, this was not information I should have shared with this particular crowd...my first time being called a "Damn Yankee," and they were not kidding around. One man's parting statement was "The only good Yankee is a dead one."

These are two extreme examples amidst many other positive ones. But being a newcomer from Upstate NY (and formerly from Jeysey) I'd love to hear other thoughts and experiences.

You want other thoughts...

My first thought was...you created a attention grabbing title

My second thought was....if this is a Non-Fiction story then you need to change your facts (due to...if indeed you were near Sun City off 521..you were actually in Indian Land, SC)

My third thought was...how can someone driving along a road at speeds of anywhere from 25 to 45mph manage to witness another driver who "sped by" coming from the opposite side of the road...give a look to another person to "your" left...that transcended generations of social economic unrest (to top it off this all had to occur in a fraction of a second)

My fourth thought was...this story just keeps getting better...

My fifth thought was...you drank to much at the bar

My sixth and final thought was...you would be an excellent author penning fictional stories.

Moral of the story: Don't read to much into a quick glance...and actually stop and talk to folks around here before a story is created without words.

[SuperchargedSS]

Originally Posted by lovethecarolinas

You want other thoughts...

My first thought was...you created a attention grabbing title

My second thought was....if this is a Non-Fiction story then you need to change your facts (due to...if indeed you were near Sun City off 521..you were actually in Indian Land, SC)

My third thought was...how can someone driving along a road at speeds of anywhere from 25 to 45mph manage to witness another driver who "sped by" coming from the opposite side of the road...give a look to another person to "your" left...that transcended generations of social economical unrest (to top it off this all had to occured in a fraction of a second)

My fourth thought was...this story just keeps getting better...

My fifth thought was...you drank to much at the bar

My sixth and final thought was...you would be an excellent author penning fictional stories.

Moral of the story: Don't read to much into a quick glance...and actually stop and talk to folks around here before a story is created without words.

damn you! are you reading my mind again?!?! Pretty much hit the nail on the head right there! LOL...

[lovesMountains]

Originally Posted by lovethecarolinas

You want other thoughts...

My first thought was...you created a attention grabbing title

My second thought was....if this is a Non-Fiction story then you need to change your facts (due to...if indeed you were near Sun City off 521..you were actually in Indian Land, SC)

My third thought was...how can someone driving along a road at speeds of anywhere from 25 to 45mph manage to witness another driver who "sped by" coming from the opposite side of the road...give a look to another person to "your" left...that transcended generations of social economic unrest (to top it off this all had to occur in a fraction of a second)

My fourth thought was...this story just keeps getting better...

My fifth thought was...you drank to much at the bar

My sixth and final thought was...you would be an excellent author penning fictional stories.

Moral of the story: Don't read to much into a quick glance...and actually stop and talk to folks around here before a story is created without words.

This is exactly what I was thinking, but didn't have the time to write out!! Thanks for doing it for me

[Jason Hills]

Originally Posted by lovethecarolinas

You want other thoughts...

Before responding, thanks much for the info. on Fort Mill schools. It has been very, very helpful. (I hope you don't regret sharing it!!)

My first thought was...you created a attention grabbing title

True...I was shooting high. But only to spark lots of coversation.

My second thought was....if this is a Non-Fiction story then you need to change your facts (due to...if indeed you were near Sun City off 521..you were actually in Indian Land, SC)

It happened two addressed up from the corner of Jim Wilson road. I know what I saw. And despite that corner being very near Indian Land HS, the Pulte development one mile up Jim Wilson has Fort Mill addresses. If I'm wrong, it was because of my still limited knowledge of the area.

My third thought was...how can someone driving along a road at speeds of anywhere from 25 to 45mph manage to witness another driver who "sped by" coming from the opposite side of the road...give a look to another person to "your" left...that transcended generations of social economic unrest (to top it off this all had to occur in a fraction of a second)

The Mercades was slowing before the turn. I was still proceeding slowly from having taken a left from 521. I was hyper-attentive because I'm thinking 'this may be my new road!' Yes, the word speeding is not exact, but I recall him not slowing much for the turn...reminded me years of Jersey driving.

My fourth thought was...this story just keeps getting better...

Just telling the truth.

My fifth thought was...you drank to much at the bar

I wasn't there to drink, but to observe the culture, relax, and meet people. Plus, I enjoy playing pool. The two gentlemen who shared choice comments appeared to be regulars. They perhaps had too much to drink. It was, to be exact, the small bar located in the back of the Plaza Hotel on Carowinds Boulevard.

My sixth and final thought was...you would be an excellent author penning fictional stories.

I have no interest in fiction.

Moral of the story: Don't read to much into a quick glance...and actually stop and talk to folks around here before a story is created without words.

I appreciate the advice about not reading into things. Perhaps I did that, re. the drive by. As for stopping to talk to folks, I want to do as much of that as possible. Sorry if this initial attempt to do so ruffled some feathers (but not nearly as sorry as I am for my attempt to get to know locals at the Plaza Hotel Bar!)

Before responding, thanks much for the info. on Fort Mill schools. It has been very, very helpful. (I hope you don't regret sharing it!!)

My first thought was...you created a attention grabbing title

True...I was shooting high. But only to spark lots of coversation.

My second thought was....if this is a Non-Fiction story then you need to change your facts (due to...if indeed you were near Sun City off 521..you were actually in Indian Land, SC)

It happened two addressed up from the corner of Jim Wilson road. I know what I saw. And despite that corner being very near Indian Land HS, the Pulte development one mile up Jim Wilson has Fort Mill addresses. If I'm wrong, it was because of my still limited knowledge of the area.

My third thought was...how can someone driving along a road at speeds of anywhere from 25 to 45mph manage to witness another driver who "sped by" coming from the opposite side of the road...give a look to another person to "your" left...that transcended generations of social economic unrest (to top it off this all had to occur in a fraction of a second)

The Mercades was slowing before the turn. I was still proceeding slowly from having taken a left from 521. I was hyper-attentive because I'm thinking 'this may be my new road!' Yes, the word speeding is not exact, but I recall him not slowing much for the turn...reminded me years of Jersey driving.

My fourth thought was...this story just keeps getting better...

Just telling the truth.

My fifth thought was...you drank to much at the bar

I wasn't there to drink, but to observe the culture, relax, and meet people. Plus, I enjoy playing pool. The two gentlemen who shared choice comments appeared to be regulars. They perhaps had too much to drink. It was, to be exact, the small bar located in the back of the Plaza Hotel on Carowinds Boulevard.

My sixth and final thought was...you would be an excellent author penning fictional stories.

I have no interest in fiction.

Moral of the story: Don't read to much into a quick glance...and actually stop and talk to folks around here before a story is created without words.

I appreciate the advice about not reading into things. Perhaps I did that, re. the drive by. As for stopping to talk to folks, I want to do as much of that as possible. Sorry if this initial attempt to do so ruffled some feathers (but not nearly as sorry as I am for my attempt to get to know locals at the Plaza Hotel Bar!)

[burnhagw]

I'm from upstate NY, I get called a Yankee all the time... I just laugh at them as I don't take offense to it. What does calling me a yankee do.....idiots.

[nyxmike]

It is spelled Mercedes by the way.

Originally Posted by burnhagw

I'm from upstate NY, I get called a Yankee all the time... I just laugh at them as I don't take offense to it. What does calling me a yankee do.....idiots.

Hahaha, I agree.

[Lets_Go_Mets]

Just keep in mind you are dealing with people who lived among little more than cows for decades, and that until the northerners came in, there was no development in their region whatsoever. Let them call you a yankee. These are the same visionaries who couldn't figure out how to do anything with the world they lived in until people came from somewhere else and did it for them.

[lovesMountains]

Originally Posted by Lets_Go_Mets

Just keep in mind you are dealing with people who lived among little more than cows for decades, and that until the northerners came in, there was no development in their region whatsoever. Let them call you a yankee. These are the same visionaries who couldn't figure out how to do anything with the world they lived in until people came from somewhere else and did it for them.

Your attempt at humor is acknowledged - even though your "facts" are all skewered.