Those that believe in a hell often imagine it in myriad different ways.
Spend any time driving in traffic, shopping around the holidays or at the Department of Motor Vehicles and one becomes convinced of Sartre’s famous quip that “hell is other people.”
Along those lines, the question then arises, are there specific pockets of hell for the particularly nasty?
If so, those sentenced to such locales will be tormented by former homeowners’ association presidents and the passionately ignorant, not that the two are mutually exclusive.
Candidates for my own version of hell reared their heads recently in Hilton Head, SC, a resort island along the coast noted for a heavy population of northern transplants, a strict adherence to conformity and the general busybody nature of many of its residents.
One of the gated communities in the area is called Hilton Head Plantation. It has a section called The Rookery where…
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