[arthurus]

My 17 year old son grew up despising the southern speech. He learned his talk habits from movies and suchlike. He and I drove out west and north for a couple of months through Ohio and Illinois and Oklahoma before we came back to the southland. Our first stop back in God's country for more than gas was at an all-night diner in Mississippi at 4 AM. We had been driving for 9 hours and were tired.
There were no other customers . The waitress sashayed over to where we sat, smiled, and said," Good morning, sugar, would yall like some breakfast?" in the very finest slow Mississippi accent and looked at my boy. He melted. Later he told me that was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Sounded like he was home.

[Darlin']

Good story. :)

[Southron Patriot]

True. Ever time I come back home to the Southland from up North or West I thank my lucky Stars that the Good Lord Blessed me by being from the South.