by Bill Bonner
SOUTH CAROLINA– We’re still down here in South Carolina, where the sandy soil and warmish temperatures bring horse riders from up and down the East Coast.
Your editor’s wife is a competitive rider. He follows her here and hangs out at coffee shops and hotel lobbies, looking a little like a man with nowhere to go.
But he keeps his eyes and ears open…
“He’s Like Hitler…”
Friday, a group of motorcycle riders roared through town.