IN MY SOUTH…

*Socrates (SEW-crates) and Socrates (SAH-cruh-tees) 

are the same person.

*Arab (A-rabb) is a place and Arab (EH-rubb) is a person.

*Geezers are sexy.

IN MY SOUTH… 

*People just come right out with it.

*We scratch when and where it itches.

*A speed limit is a suggestion.

IN MY SOUTH… 

*Accumulating makes more sense than collecting.

*We pretty much want to be wherever we are—and 

don’t you rush it!

*Dentists hand out lollipops.

IN MY SOUTH… 

*We admire women who spit and pick their teeth in public.

*Spitting and picking your teeth in public is mandatory.

*Chawing and kissing can go right together.

IN MY SOUTH…

*You can wear a tie to go to lunch, but you have 

to leave your jacket at the office.

*You never allow guests to leave your home without 

escorting them to the car and chatting for another fifteen minutes.

*Y’all is both singular and plural.

And so it goes. In my South, the only place I’ve ever lived, local folks and 

local customs and local habits continue to amaze me and make me feel right 

at home. What would it be like to live anywhere else? You tell me

© 2010 A.D. by Jim Reed

www.jimreedbooks.com