I am freakin marooned in Fresno, CA, with a bunch of surfer-dude wannabes and a bunch of Mexican crazies who all think they're Pedro Rodriguez driving a Porsche 917!!
I WANT SOME CATFISH AND HUSHPUPPIES!!!!
I WANT SOME CATFISH AND HUSHPUPPIES!!!!
Ah hushpuppies! Back in '91, we spent a week in South Carolina, and I must have gained 3-5 lbs -- mostly on the hushpuppies!
Now moved to Fresno, CA, but after sixteen years, I will always have a spot in my heart for the friends I have been blessed with in Vicksburg. The South is so special.....for it will always be my Home.
It occurs to me that the reason the South is what it is is because of the common culture. You can go to Georgia or Alabama or Mississippi or South Carolina or Florida (most parts, anyway) or Louisiana and the only thing that changes are the license plates on the cars. Excepting dietary differences (which are a marvel in themselves and worthy of extended examination), the South is seamless.
Oh yes, there is a white South and a black South and like-it-or-not, we are a part of each other's history....and culture. I think it will only get better.
Then come on home. :)