Well, I am referring to the more gentile, cultural coastal southerners...a land where the language brings you back to walking barefoot on warm summer evenings in dew-kissed grass with the soft perfume of magnolia and wisteria sweetening the air while whispering dulcet tones promising memorable forays into unconstrained passion....just before tripping over the washing machine left in the front yard and running up the steps into to trailer to tell the kids to put the dog out before getting to hell to bed!
But then there is Appalacia...home of the coal-covered Scots-Irish. I have great respect for the Appalacia...but enunciate? In my latest two-hour conversation in Appalacia the most I was ever to understand were:
"Well, Grandma's pregnant again!";
"No, we sold it to make bail!"; and
"Take his ass to JAAIILLLL!"
But you cannot take away the music...
The parties....
The friendly people...
Nope...not going to find any of that at the MTM Vegas Party! Look forward to seeing your there, Dan!
Baseball is a slow, boring, complex, cerebral game that doesn't lend itself to histrionics. You 'take in' a baseball game, something odd to say about a football or basketball game, with the clock running and the bodies flying.
Charles Krauthammer