the internet tawt me.

[68scott385]

I dunno which way south is.

When at the North Pole, south is the only direction.

[DanStokes]

I dunno which way south is.

The direction that when you travel that way it gets warmer. And people talk different - um - wait - you're from Maine where EVERYBODY talks different.

Dan

[Deaf Bob]

I dunno which way south is.

Follow the sun untill you need short pants...

[pdub]

Follow the sun untill you need short pants...

There was a show on H2 last night called, "You Don't Know Dixie." Even being from down here, it was nearly fascinating - I watched the whole thing. Somebody (probably some Yankeefied Californian) did a great job on that. The study of the local dialects (and there are many), the history, that was a good show.

See it if you can, curious citizens of the Otherworld.

[DanStokes]

Sometimes them damn Yankees are sorta cute. (Notice I claiming to be from Dixie though no REAL Southerner will let me get away with that).

Barbecue and accents vary all over the Southland. Did I tell you I figured out how many recipies (sp? why can't I get spell check to work on here?) there are for hush puppies? It's exactly equal to the number of people who make hush puppies.

Dan

[pdub]

hush puppies.

Dan

Dan, those used to be comfortable soft shoes. Hush Puppies. Don't know if they still exist. Maybe they do.

But they stole their name from a complicated Southern dish. I've got the secret recipe here. Fried corn meal. That's all it is.

[DanStokes]

Some of them are almost corn bread, some are oniony, some are almost like donuts, some are........... As many recipies as cooks, like I was sayin'. At least around here.

Hush Puppy shoes were made by Wolverine Shoe in Big Rapids, MI. I don't know if they're still made but I'm pretty sure the factory is closed - they might be made overseas though. I went to school (my limited college career) in Big Rapids.

Dan

[Barry Donovan]

Follow the sun untill you need short pants...

great idea. You sound like dad. He has been trucking forever. My family has no traits of the location. dialect, ways of life.. very melting pot. We all almost ended up in texas, late 1970s. I still wonder what or where things would be. He is still trucking, sons in the suffix of the business name. On a more serious note, my brother father and I come tolife somewhere south of new jersey, a peculiar lung. We still blame our little Italian grandma for the Mediterranean oddity. This gets serious to me, as when my dad passes on, I know it is the lung. I am ready to go now, and mention it to him all the time.