Turns out the Outer Banks’ most compelling feature isn’t the beach — it’s the people. A darkened bar. A single conversation. And two very different people debating trifling matters as a January nor’easter rattles
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the glass and — on the rare chance someone walks in — its small, shivering contents. On one side, sits a dishwasher — basically broke. The other, a longtime local business owner — basically buying. Yet, both meet eye-to-eye. No self-conscious shame or inflated ego. All perceived social class stripped away by the non-stop harsh weather and a shared belief that only a couple fools would choose to postup in such trying surroundings for six months straight — much less the rest of their lives. That was 1993. And I was that dishwasher. Clueless enough to move to the Outer Banks in the offseason. But lucky, savvy — no,
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determined enough to figure out how to stick around for two winters. And though I eventually moved away for almost a decade, I always knew I’d return. And clearly I wasn’t alone.