Whirligigs for All

by Stephen on December 15, 2010 0 Comments

For decades, handyman Vollis Simpson has been making giant "whirligigs" -- home-built junk-art contraptions designed to spin in the wind — and mounting them on poles in a field next to his home in Lucama, North Carolina

It was farther down the road than we expected, but there's no question you're in the right place when you get there -- gigantic whirligigs on the left side of the road. The gate looks locked and it's very heavy and hard to budge, but usually it's open and just needs to be lifted off the two prongs that hold it in place. Then you walk into a beautiful park next to a large pond and there they are astonishing!

Cross the lane and you'll probably find Simpson in his shop or just outside it, sitting in his chair with the Confederate flag pasted on the top and listening to Sean ...

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The Bunker Dwelling Hermit

by Stephen on December 8, 2010 0 Comments

Robert E. Harrill had a rotten family life, and wound up in a mental hospital in Morgantown, North Carolina. One day, at age 62, he returned to his home in Shelby, packed one bag, and hitchhiked 260 miles to the Atlantic Ocean. For the next 17 years he lived in a World War II bunker in the salt marshes near the mouth of the Cape Fear River, eating crabs and fish that he caught and paying for groceries with whatever money was brought to him by visitors. That money may have been surprisingly substantial.

Although Harrill was called "The Fort Fisher Hermit," he was hardly alone. At the time of his death, it was reckoned that he was the second most popular tourist attraction in North Carolina. Harrill's self-imposed exile -- 1955-1972 -- coincided with America's fascination with bohemians and back-to-the-land lifestyles. It was cool to make a pilgrimage to ...

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