On a rainy Sunday afternoon, there was a break in the clouds. The sun came out and we decided to visit Duke Gardens. We gathered with other befuddled visitors around the kiosk where one was supposed to pay for parking. A man fished a dollar bill out of the end of the long wooden tube he was carrying. Everyone made a failed attempt to nudge their crum…
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