
In the South, the breeze blows softer…neighbors are friendlier, nosier, and more talkative. (By contrast with the Yankee, the Southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do)…This is a different place. Our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting and parting. Our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names. Nothing about us is quite the same as in the country to the north and west. What we carry in our memories is different too, and that may explain everything else.
~ Charles Kuralt in “Southerners: Portrait of a Peopleâ€
I don’t remember where I found the picture above. If it is yours I will be more than happy to give you credit for it, just let me know. I love that drawing - something about it makes me think of wonderful carefree spring afternoons and the smell of honeysuckle.

September 15th, 2007 at 3:17 am
What struck me was how close-knit they appear - you rarely see friendships like that anymore.