IMHO, the South
is the last bastion of the good life
in America. While those Yanks
are running around with their cities and their deadlines and all that snow, we Southerners
are relaxing in our back yards, watching the grass grow and enjoying a lazy hammock day
. In my experience as a transplanted
Southerner, I've noticed a few things I don't like about the Northern lifestyle.
Yanks just don't know how to behave. Sad but true. Frat party here at Dartmouth? A bunch of people in sloppy T-shirts sitting around in a basement with a sticky, nasty concrete floor getting blasted. Frat party at Washington and Lee? Well-dressed people in a carpeted, clean house behaving like gentlemen. But it extends beyond just parties. Yanks don't know how to act like gentlemen! I would have been smacked silly when I was a kid if I forgot to hold a door open for a lady. Being polite goes a long way, you know.
Well, that's my take on the South. I love it. I want to get back there as soon as I can.