It looks like there's a reason for the robust market for the $12 artisan cocktail and $18 lunch. More than half of all new Charleston County residents over 25 have bachelor's or post-graduate degrees. Furthermore, more of those without college degrees are moving out of the county. This according to the latest census data covering 2007-2011, which shows that more than 38% of all Charleston County residents over 25 now have college degrees, well above the national average of 28.5% and state average of below 25%. We hope that this trend of a better educated populace will continue to strengthen the local public schools which, while better, have plenty of room for improvement. And if some enterprising chef still has the capacity for making a quality $5 sandwich, they will always find a taker right here.
Here's the Post and Courier story from this morning with the statistics and more detail .
Something else I've noticed lately: it seems like people more disconnected from the condition of Charleston being a real place, with the potential for actual "danger" and "harm" for those not paying attention. From tourists backing into the street with their cameras and without looking at all for oncoming cars, to coeds walking on the sidewalks between houses in their nighties, its getting kind of surreal.
Last week, I made a brief visit to an all-but-completed project in the Eastside neighborhood to look at an issue with the siding installation. I was on my bicycle, and pulled in past a car parked in the driveway. So, I'm inbound of the car from the street, straddling my bike in the middle of the driveway, looking up at the house. It is a classic Charleston Single with side porches. Out comes a new resident of a second floor apartment onto the porch. He doesn't look around or down, and I didn't want him to be startled by a stranger in the driveway, so I'm looking at him waiting for him to notice me so that I offer a wave of acknowledgement and let him know why I was there. He cruises across the porch and down the exterior stair, sort of walking down and away from me. Then, he unlocks and climbs in his car, door still open, sitting down and facing my direction.
He sits there for maybe 15 seconds fiddling with his phone, facing toward me, as I'm still straddling my bike in the middle of his driveway. He never looks up. Then he gets out of the car, closes the door, and dashes up the stair, heading generally toward me. The stair has an open railing and open risers, so you can see through it toward the back of the lot, where I'm standing. He reaches the porch, then walks across the porch not 12 feet away, right past me. In the house he goes, and never notices me once. I could have been standing there stark naked with an ax on my shoulder and it wouldn't have made any difference.
What happened to the basic awareness of your surroundings? Shouldn't your "spidey sense" kick in at some point? It is so interesting to me that we can be so up in our heads that we lose the basic connection with our surroundings. But, hey, at least we're getting smarter, Charleston!