Cedar Point Campground 

The problem with working from a national forest in North Carolina this time of year is the same problem you have if you work from your home in Minnesota this time of year: the sun sets shortly after you get off work. Technically, I can work the hours I want, within reason, so maybe I should adapt and work evenings when it’s dark out, but I’m a creature of habit. In any case, it’s raining again today. Were the weather nicer, I might adapt. 

I did manage to escape work at 5:15 p.m. EST today and drove into Swansboro again to see it in the light. Quaint, cute, and cozy are 3 words for it. I saw some fucked up looking ducks that my duck friend Nate said were Muscovy ducks. Then I went into a confectionaries’ shop and found a bunch of candy, some of it old-timey candy from when I was a kid, including these little raspberry gumdrop shaped candies covered in tiny candy beads that my grandma used to have. I’m a huge sucker for nostalgia and candy, so I ate enough to feel slightly ill, which is better than how I ate candy as a kid.

A little performance stage in Swansboro.

Last night the TV worked and I watched the end of Hang ‘em high, a 1968 film starring Clint Eastwood. I love westerns. There were only a few other options, including a court tv show and some kind of reality show about cars. My dad loves westerns, too, and we used to watch them together when I was a kid, so it was an easy choice. Which reminded me of a short chat I had at Lowe’s foods the other evening. I was staring at the pre-sliced packaged cheese options and a woman who was also spending too much time staring at cheese said, “Ahh! Too many choices.” I agreed and said they should just have two or three brands so we can get out of here. I love cheese, don’t get me wrong, but maybe keep the variety to the artisan section. 

TV used to be like that, only a few choices, so you’d end up watching whatever was the best of the few shows available. And if you toggled back and forth, you didn’t lose too much time. Now there are 5,000 cheeses and 10,000 shows to watch and by the time you find and start watching something it’s time to make tomorrow’s ham and cheese sandwiches and go to bed. Hopefully you bought the right cheese. Anyway, I’m not against progress, but there is something to be said for simplicity in choice.


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Hi. I’m Adam Overland, a writer based in Minneapolis. These are the meanderings of my muddled mind. I’ve written humor columns for various print publications, so naturally that’s dead and here I am, waiting for the last gasp.

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