Metropolis

My stay in the veritable Metropolis that is Willmington was sadly brief, and for the most part nocturnal. I stayed up for a while and then turned in to my fourty-dollar motel for a restfull sleep after a few hundred miles drive.

I decided to go the extra mile and see wilmington when I left jacksonville city limits, still uncertain if it was a town or truck stop. Wilmington, like jacksonville, just drops the speed limit on the highway and borrows the cariageway to form its local main street from which the rest of the sleepy town branches off.

Wilmington lies on the coast and gets the full brunt of the atlantic rage each year as hurricane season tests the mettle, and metal, of the local architecture. Unlike sleepy nowheresville further inland there are no houses made of straw or sticks in Wilmington.

There are no signs of the storms in town and the gentle folk of wilmington just get on with there lives seemingly nochalant of their towns approaching annual fate. Hurricane season had started a few days earlier, and there was a storm brewing on the cost off of Florida.