Joseph M. Evanoff

My wife, Patty, and I honeymooned in Kitty Hawk in July, 1977. We had rented an oceanfront cottage that turned out to be a wreck and the landlord, the local magistrate, refused to refund our prepaid rent. We had no credit cards and little cash but had a $100 check my grandmother had given us as a wedding gift. We stopped at the Nettlewood Motel and asked the new owner if he'd accept her check so that we could stay for the week and not have to return home. He kindly agreed. He also lent us...