The Cheerwine zone...

I like to think of the Carolinas as the Cheerwine Zone. The reason being that only in North and South Carolina is one likely to find Cheerwine vending machines. Elsewhere, outside of the Carolinas, you might happen upon a stray 12-pack of Cheerwine somewhere hidden between the Royal Crown and Big Red, but in North and South Carolina, the stuff flows like water from a spigot. I didn't even know that there was such a thing as Diet Cheerwine until last September when we traveled to Greenville. Of course, truth be told, you could also call the Carolinas the Bojangle's Sphere (infinitely better than Popeye's), or the Nation of Boiled Peanuts. Matter of fact, right about now I would not mind havin a 2 liter of Cheerwine with some Bojangle's chicken and some Carolina caviar on the side...