You know, I was born here. In North Cackalacky. I was born here and raised here. My mailing address was a rural route and box number (until high school when they changed it all for 911 purposes…and even then it became Old Highway 421—is there a redder-neck-sounding road?). I went to Carolina. I hated Dook with an appropriate passion.
But I always felt a little like a fraud. My parents were Yankees. I had been to Bulgaria by the time I was six. My family was not Southern Baptist. I’ve still never shot a gun.
So I’m pleased to tell you, I cooked collard greens in pork fat for breakfast this morning.
Where do I go to pick up my ID card?
Your classification will always have an asterisk after it!
Glad to help you remedy that “never shot a gun” issue.
Was that out near Bear Creek or Bonlee by any chance?
What, no Cool Whip? ;-)
Never shot a gun?
Carpetbagger.
come here and i will let you shoot a pump 12 gauge. that might help lighten the asterik. but i have one too, cause my parents were yankees. so it might not count.
it is not an id card, it is a plaque you hang in your red and white kitchen…i got mine for being a northerner who made a bomb red velvet cake to get approval from her southern in laws.
Maybe if you bake some ‘nanner puddins it would help.
But don’t despair. Your mother was promoted from Yankee to “local” after writing checks at the Cove Creek Store for 20 years, as in, when I pulled out my driver’s license for the 250,000th time, “Oh, thas awraht ma’am, yer a local.” That should be worth at least half an asterisk.