The company I worked for transferred me to Louisiana for a couple of years. Culture took some getting used to. One of the local customs all the guys I supervised repeated. “We live at home until we get out of high school and get a job. Then we get married and move into the house next door.” Even though the streets had their own official names, a local would describe a certain street as “you know the one where all the Thibeaux’s live or the one where all the LeJeune’s live”.
My son and I live in the same small town and not that far from one another but because of traffic and road configuration it’s way too far to walk. Close enough to help out when needed but far enough away to not be intrusive. Good balance for both.
Interesting.
Thibidieux. These are the people who will survive when the government finally achieves its end state of total incompetence. Guns will be gone. Manufacture your own crossbows to deal with the familyless.