Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Another Inverse Lesson in Being Southern

The gentleman sitting in the center is not; a gentleman, nor is he a southerner. Given his smirk, my best guess is Californicator or Damnyankee. But, those are just my guesses. I suppose he could be a French Canadian. He's definitely not French. He isn't inhaling deeply enough to be French.

We know these things, here beneath the Carolina moon. I'm not going to explain how. Just take my word for it. We know.

Now back to our regularly scheduled program
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