Especially when the exhilaration is your wife's.

Do remember what I remembered when we found the freezers buried under our deck: let the cops remove any bodies.

Remember too what ol' Fred Schiller said: "Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens." It'll help you survive Down There (and other places).

It will also help if develop a taste for chitlins, corn bread, turnip greens, collards, fatback, potlikker, grits (pronounced "gre-its" with sort of a smile on your face), and Brunswick Stew. The guy with the biggest pickup wins, and extra points are given if you have more than two gun racks (with guns in them, of course) and still more points if one of them is a Striker. Give up your fancy-dancy-schmancy wine and start drinking brands like Old Milwaukee, Keystone, and Yingling (however they spell it -- the company supported Trump).

Oh, yeah. You'd better do a LOT of research on barbecue sauces and barbecuing. Best to bone up on CSA generals and heroes, just in case. And know your stuff about Tarleton and fer Gawd's Sakes don't tell ANYONE you moved there from Sandy Ego (unless apologetically and with a weak smile).