I just attended a funeral 2 days ago in the deep of middle Georgia. The place hasn't changed much in the 37 years since I last visited there. As I was driving along those two lane roads back and forth, I just marveled at the beautiful houses that have been there for so long.
I want to thank you for the memories.
PS: I still open the door for strangers, and say yes mam, yes sir. I don't want my mama to whoop my @ss! I am over 45 also.
My South is ranchers with boots and jeans and hats...no need to say "cowboy" hats, because it is, precisely, Cowboys who wear them.....
My South is brisket, slow cooked on a pit, red beans, pecan pie and homemade ice cream.....Sunday dinner and hot evenings, sitting on the porch watching your children play in the yard.
And My South is still full of thanks you's, Yes Mam's and Yes Sir's...and thank you kindly.......
And, in My South, friends mean more than just about anything and I am so thankful to have each of you as my friend