A flyswatter. If you lower your car window, there’s no telling what may fly in.
—Pam C.
An empty bottle of Cheerwine. —Hollyn M.
You do not want your car to break down in the South without a bottle of water and a good hat. —Howard F.
Four church fans and a bottle opener. —Constance J.
The 2025 tide chart booklet for Seabrook Island, South Carolina. —Cynthia R.
A Masters Tervis tumbler with iced tea in it. —Marcia W.
Three-day-old boiled peanut shells. —Jim B.
I keep a small bottle of Texas Pete in the console of both cars. —Darrel J.
Sixty homemade pimento cheese sandwiches and sixty Benedictine sandwiches with round-cut bread. On my way to a reception at my church. —Patty P.
The Allman Brothers’ Idlewild South in my CD player. —Rich K.
A half-built nest of a Carolina wren. By mistake, I left a window open for a couple of days and that’s the neighborhood it chose. —Tom C.
Finn, my twelve-year-old Boykin spaniel. He goes where I go. —Jim M.
Me, on the way to Publix to buy some fried chicken and Key lime pie.
—Judy L.
