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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Chimney Rock

I've heard of Chimney Rock ever since we moved to North Carolina -- but somehow had never visited this popular tourist attraction.  So when I traveled yesterday to speak at a luncheon that was just up the road from Chimney Rock Village, I took the time to have a look at this beloved landmark.
Probably because I have an English major's dirty mind, it didn't exactly look like a chimney to me. Nope, I know a phallic symbol when I see one.
I only admired from afar. There was no time to climb the stairs to the top.
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