tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137810012036013226.post1829503106004338105..comments2024-03-10T07:03:43.915-04:00Comments on The Log of Spartina: "our right of way is now in the ocean"Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17060896232365651376noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137810012036013226.post-49688104904451684082012-11-17T19:36:02.928-05:002012-11-17T19:36:02.928-05:00I have mixed feelings about it, too.
When I was ...I have mixed feelings about it, too. <br /><br />When I was a kid, the only thing on the Outer Banks were the tough families who had been there for generations - wreckers and watermen - and a smattering of clapboard places that catered mostly to fishermen and hunters. That was when waterfront property was considered hazardous frontier, though, not prestigious places to put mcmansions and putt-putt golf courses. Back then, you simply couldn't afford to do it, or you had to be able to afford to lose it. Maybe we need to go back to that.EyeInHandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01673778556242947205noreply@blogger.com