…why I love living here so much.
Thanks, Marie. Even in the middle of a drought my world is still beautiful.
At the comedy shows recently I was around some pretty classic East Coast and Chicago types who had some unfortunate and ignorant ideas about my part of the world. When I think South I think porches and hummingbirds. Mountains and good food. Home. They think incest and tractors.
Lord, John Boorman. Exactly what did you do to us when you made that movie? I think I’m moving into my Appalachian Pride phase, becoming more than a bit tired of people thinking it’s OK to chide me for my accent (the favored technique is to repeat things back to me in imitation of my quaint pronunciation) or make tired cracks about incest. I really don’t have anything else to say other than the next time you see anyone being singled out for having an accent, think of me, and also of why some people seem to think that others have an accent while they do not, as if they were from nowhere.
As I am not. I’m from North Carolina.