Ma'am, I left Quincy some time back. I ain't ashamed of it an' I still got family livin' there. But I found I hadda leave town -- a little misunderstanding whether or not you are supposed to deal from the top or the bottom of a deck of cards -- and now I live in The West, where men are men and women wear jeans too. But I still remember those halcyon days of my youth and poor tho' we were I and all of my friends brought ourselves up in the world and are now respected and honored citizens, 'ceptin' for a couple or three who didn't and ain't.

Why would you be interested in my misspent prayer-filled youth?