By Shane Gilreath Over the weekend, I had the harebrained idea to paint porches. They were long overdue. The house’s white columns had turned a frightening tint of gray, the floors – not unlike my face – were showing the wear and tear of the past few years, and the Charleston (haint) blue ceilings were looking a harrowing shade of speckled green. New capitals and bases had been added, for my own sanity’s sake, but painting had evaded me durin…
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