Suthen Boy

    (With apologies to my Southern friends.)

I have to admit it. I am not a Southerner yet. I may never make it. When we first moved down here a lady in the office said that she was having trouble getting "tar" off her car. I piped up brightly, "We have some cleaner that takes it right off?"

She looked at me quizzically. Well, maybe she thought I was kind of nutty. "A rag with liquid on it?"

"Yes Ma'am. In fact I have some in my trunk. Do you want me to try?"

She must have thought I was plumb stupid. "I just need to borrow a wrench to take the bolts off to change my tar. It is flat."

Fast forward 30 years. I called to get the times and location of the office where we can buy senior passes for all of the national parks for $10. At the end of the month the price goes up to $80 for a lifetime pass. By the way. (Or btw for my texting friends.) If you want one, get it now. A pretty good investment, if you ask me.)

So Tanner answered and told me that we could pick them up from 8 am to 4 pm, Monday through Friday.

 "And where is the office located?"

"It is at 3737 Bale Road."

"Bale, B-A-L-E?"

No, Bale Road, B-E-L-L."

"Ok, thank you."

I guess I am still a northerner or worse, a Ya-un-kee. An I will not forgit EE-it. I do understand that one syllable words, like bell are pronounced with two syllables. And multiple syllables are compressed like in biness. Sometimes I slip up.

Sigh....