Nah. I'm more into quality over quantity.Be sure to drink lots of liquids.......![]()
Mike
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Nah. I'm more into quality over quantity.Be sure to drink lots of liquids.......![]()
VERY true.Hmm, I've lived in and around the south a lot, and have been back in N. Mississippi for a few years now.
A few observations:
DFW area is not Southern. My wife is from Ft. Worth and did not realize this until she moved here.
I can get a decent selection where I'm at (Northshore of Lake Ponchartrain), but I'm considered part of the New Orleans area, so I suspect this has a lot to do with it. My friends in Hattiesburg either make the trip or brew their own.Living in the South makes you work to keep your beer geek cred. MS is especially abysmal with a 5% ABV Cap
I agree here for the most part. I've found the most endearing part of this to be how strangers treat you.The best thing about the people is how friendly and polite they are. The flip side is that you rarely know what people think of you because they can be nice as pie to your face and mean as a snake in how they treat you.
I've noticed that the words seem to flow easier here, but I was quite surprised how transplanted coworkers from the North fell into the same pattern...leading me to believe that regions only vary on how "open" they are about their feelings on race.Racism is still alive and well here. However, it is more in word than deed. What PC doesn't see is that the minority population is actually closer to a majority in many counties of the deep south, and while people often are racist in speech their actions often are incongrous. It has taken me 3 years to begin to grasp this concept.
I absolutely love the food here, but I'm not sure I could survive if I couldn't get my regular fresh seafood.Southern food can be great. The catfish/ steak houses open Thurs-Sat in the South are unbelievable.
holy crap you aren't lying.Fine culture, ethnic dining, and many other non-mainstream enjoyments are tough to find outside of the large cities.
That's a new one on me. Thanks.Did you know N. Mississippi gets more annual rainfall than most of the Pacific Northwest? Neither did I.
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Nah. I'm more into quality over quantity.
Mike
One last funny/sad/tragic thing about the South; there is nowhere else in our country where you can walk on battlefields from a war that almost tore this country apart and feel the ghosts of another time; nowhere else in the country that can you hear the Civil War referred to as, "The Wha of Nawthon Aggression"Peace
I think the ghosts are alive in part, because some of the living in the Southern States are still angry somehow in some indirect way or another about the outcome of the Civil War. Many died then because of this aggression and the resistance to change that would be for ultimate good of all, IMHO. Horrible.Hint: Stay hydrated. Really, *really* well hydrated. Down here, guys tend to stop and start a lot, if you know what I mean.![]()

Nah. I'm more into quality over quantity.
Mike
An many more that are very funny but unprintable in a family type forum
You mean like: "Slicker'n snot on a glass doorknob" and "all over you like stink on ****" ?![]()
And yawl know there's plenty more where that *came* from!
I grew up in the South, mostly Virginia and the panhandle of Florida (which has nothing to do with South Florida and/or Miami).
Although it's been many years since I've been back, the South has many good points. The food, the culture, the people and yes the history. Many people who have never lived there make huge blanket generalizations about the people. Yes, of course there was, and I would guess, there still is a virulent strain of racism in the South, but it certainly doesn't affect everyone. The first concert I ever saw when I was 13 was James Brown and The Famous Flames at Pensacola Civic Auditorium; an amazing show. It was mostly a black crowd but we were all there to enjoy Mr. Brown "The God Father of Soul". Everyone was cool with one another. I attended many many shows where the audience was color blind. We wanted to hear great music.
It was quite a culture shock to move out to California when I was a junior in high school. In the South you knew where you stood and who your friends were. In California everyone would be sort of surface friendly and say things like,"we have to get together" and then you would never hear from them again. It took me awhile to figure out who was jive and who was cool.
One last funny/sad/tragic thing about the South; there is nowhere else in our country where you can walk on battlefields from a war that almost tore this country apart and feel the ghosts of another time; nowhere else in the country that can you hear the Civil War referred to as, "The Wha of Nawthon Aggression"
Peace
I grew up all over. Six grade schools in six years, etc. Above, below, and west of the Mason Dixon.
I couldn't care less about where somebody is from. Ethnocentrism, self-centeredness, fear, love, generosity, and faith seem to transcend all borders and categories.
I would say that living in the NE makes me miss routine Southern manners from time to time. Especially when I get teased for saying "sir" or "m'am" to strangers. On the other hand, manners matter less than sincerity, and Yankees have their own code of manners and conduct, which can be equally charming, so who really cares? My 2c.
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