And it's in Black Mountain, North Carolina. It's beautiful country there and I really liked the town. It's a very "artsy" community, musicians, artists, lots always going on there. Most of the people I got to know were "transplants," people who moved there from all over when they retired. We're from NE New York, and my grandmother said she chose the place because the winters are better there, but there is still "a change of seasons." I always enjoyed visiting there.
Of course it's been awhile since I've been there. My grandmother passed away in the fall of 1998 and I haven't been back since the "companion" she met there passed away - early 1999. He was one of the founders of the place and one of my favorite people. He was 101.
I got to know him - and others from the community and the town - when my grandmother asked me to join her peace group on a trip to the USSR in 1986 - they had a "sister town" there and this was the initial trip to finally meet in person. As you can imagine, it really was the trip of a lifetime. We met with other peace groups and traveled to Moscow, Tbilisi in what was then Soviet Georgia, Sochi (the closest city to our "sister town" which was 2 1/2 hours up in the Caucasus Mountains), and what was then called Leningrad (St. Petersburg now - they change names there a lot).
I was several decades younger than most of the group, but they were the best - experienced travelers and I realize now that they were also fellow liberals. 
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