Generally speaking, I try to be a positive guy.
Hey, no one digs hanging out with a negative Nelly (or Ned) all the time, right? Unless that doom-loving doofus is buying the beers, of course. But generally, no.
Despite trying to stay upbeat post-Helene, I’ve found myself struck by the same notion time and again when I drive around town: Man, this is going to be a different Asheville when all is said and done…