I am allergic to Chattanooga.
Seriously, this must be the ragweed capital of North America. I’ve lived here 28 years, and every fall it’s the same sad story.
Kudzu and milfoil get the bad press – but why?
I feel like the crown of my skull is about to levitate, and it’s all because of ragweed.
I’d sooner eat a steaming bowl of kudzu with pepper sauce than sniff a patch of ragweed. I’d dog-paddle amid the milfoil until it sucked me into the depths of Chickamauga Lake before I would cavort with ragweed – my nemesis.