Welcome to Red Bank

My boss lives in Lexington, SC and when he found out I as taking pictures of all the Post Offices in SC he wanted to know if I had gotten the PO in Red Bank.I told him that Lexington has 4 Post Offices, but Red Bank doesn’t have one because it is a census-designated place not an actual incorporated city. He told me there was in fact a Post Office in Red Bank and he is sort of right. The largest Lexington PO is in the Red Bank area, but it is technically not the Red Bank Post Office according to the USPS.

Welcome to Red BankBecause there is not official governing body to pay for or erect a sign letting people when they are entering Red Bank it was left up to some enterprising individual(s) to do it. I’m not sure who is responsible, the citizens of Lexington putting down the Red Bankites or one of the 9,000 folks in CDP of Red Bank thumbing their noses at the Lexingtonians, but here it is, the unofficial Welcome To Red Bank sign. Photo credit to Bob Wilson’s wife. Bob was driving and left the car running in case they heard any banjo music.

I wonder what the one one the other side of town looks like?

Started down, still down.
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Funeral For A Friend

or The King Is Dead

We went to Hilton Head Island today and spent a couple hours. It was not for fun. We got a phone call Monday night to tell us that our friend Jerry Horsman, AKA The Condo King, had died suddenly of a heart attack. Jerry was 71 years old, but he had the vitality and drive of a man half his age. When he “retired” 6 years ago from ASCO he didn’t kick back at all, he just had more time to manage condos and do more projects around the home.

I don’t remember how we got hooked up, but he owned a unit in the Hilton Head Beach and Tennis Resort that he rented out, managed several others and wanted a web presence. I was monkeying around doing a little HTMLing for a personal home page and told him I’d do up a basic page for him. Condos came and went, both owned and managed, over the years I was doing the web page, but there were at least two trips, sometimes three, a year to photograph different or remodeled units. Each time we went, Jerry would put us up in one of the units. As if that wasn’t enough payment for what little work it was for me, he also took Donna and I out to dinner at a nice restaurant (of which there are many on HHI) or sometime he and his wife Donna would cook us a great meal at their place.

While Hilton Head was not a place that Donna and I would have picked as a getaway place, over the years we really came to enjoy it and mostly because of our interaction with Jerry and his wife Donna. We won’t miss him as much as you will Donna, but our lives will be a little less bright from now on because Jerry is no longer with us.