Mount Airy North Carolina, America’s Mayberry
I was recently traveling along North Carolina Highway 52 when I was taken back to my childhood summers spent with my grandparents in southwest Georgia. While most of my summer days were spent with my gramma, traveling along this road specifically brought my grampa to mind. He wasn’t a man of too many words, my grampa, but every afternoon he would summon me into the den in the back of their tiny house, hand me one of the two bags…