CHARLESTON, S.C. -- This is, in many, many ways, very clearly not New Hampshire.
Forget about clam chowder -- I just had a pulled-pork platter with a side of green beans for lunch. There's no snow on the ground. In fact, it's 72 degrees outside. The trees are palms, not pines, and no one cares about the Patriots.
But as I drove into town this afternoon, I spotted one reminder that yes, South Carolina, there is a presidential election going on here: the Ron Paul blimp, slowly gliding its way over the heart of the historic city. In Iowa, Paul was staying at my hotel. In New Hampshire, you couldn't go three blocks without passing hordes of his fans chanting about the North American Union. And now, apparently, the Revolution has moved south.
The more things change ...