Tag Archives: Southern

Gregg Allman

“Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy’s name, And no one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies, With … Continue reading

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Courtesy

I work out at one of those big, ten-dollar a month gyms. For what I am interested in doing and getting out of it, it works great for me. There are always plenty of treadmills and elliptical machines available. But … Continue reading

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Bread and milk

Snow is in our forecast. The run on bread and milk in my city has begun. Snow in the south is, at best, a joke to those of you that live an area that measure it in feet rather than … Continue reading

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An ugly American history

I am reading a book called Blood at the Root: A Racial Cleansing in America by Patrick Phillips. The book details how the white citizens of Forsyth County, Georgia, beginning in 1912, drove out the African-American population through murder and intimidation. It is … Continue reading

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I am not nasty enough

It has been brought to my attention that I may be too nice, not mean enough. I thought about this today. How can I be more controversial, more contentious, more disagreeable, nastier. A little background. I am southern, about as … Continue reading

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Homogenized language

I graduated from a college located deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I worked the cash register at an appliance store after class to make a little extra beer and gas money. This store sold ovens, refrigerators, televisions and stereo … Continue reading

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A white southern male-my story

I am a 50 + year old white southern male. Now with that very simple description here are some things you might infer about me; I like to fish and hunt.- I don’t, I hate the way deer meat taste … Continue reading

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