In my South, we put a lot of ice in our sweet tea, and think that no meal is so bad that a good biscuit can't make up for it.
In my South, old people can say pretty much what they want, and no one will stop them.
In my South, strangers in oncoming cars wave "Hey" to each other.
In my South, we don't spend much on weddings (no dancing or drinking), but we'll go bankrupt over a funeral.
In my South, we put our eccentrics right on the front porch where everybody can see them.