Forgot to add that I've spent three years in what most would consider the "armpit" of the south. Yeah, there's swamp all over the place with some pretty nasty critters running around wild right in town (if you'd like to call it that).
Nowhere else in these United States have I found such loving and kind folks. If there's something wrong with Dixie (that ain't wrong in the rest of the world)I guess i've just plain missed it while enjoying fresh home made pepper jelly, fig preserves, apple jelly, and about the most huggin, squeezin, caring women, and the most friendly, accepting, and open men. I guess I'd rather be wrong in Dixie than right in the rest of the world. (Hey, there's a song there!)