Why did he end up in Eastern North Kackalacky? Well, if you take the 600 mile wide state of North Carolina and fold it back to the west over the 600 mile wide state of Tennessee, the tobacco fields of Eastern North would fold exactly on the cotton fields of Western Tennessee, with the mountains in the middle. Interestingly, the great state of Franklin once extended West from the Carolina outer banks to the banks of the Mississippi River. Read more
• I was born in and live in Texas. I am a fifth generation Texan.
• I have lived in South Carolina, Georgia (twice), Louisiana, and Texas.
• I am a Southern Baptist.
• I still reread Lewis Grizzard’s “If I Ever Get Back To Georgia, I’m Gonna Nail My Feet To The Ground”
• I have read Shelby Foote’s “The Civil War: A Narrative” (all three volumes; No, the late Shelby Foote did not have an accent. The people with accents were the one’s interviewing Shelby!)
• I read and understood William Faulkner’s “Light in August” and “Absalom, Absalom”.
• I love fried okra, turnip greens, and pork chops.
• I have two aunts that have been married to the same man.
• My father was a career non-commissioned office in the United States Air Force.
• I am a US Army veteran who was trained at Fort Benning, Georgia and also jumped out of perfectly good airplanes.
I swear on the memories of Ellen Glasgow and Katherine Anne Porter that the above are true statements. Signed, Jimmie A. KeplerRead more
The son of two Yankee carpetbaggers, I was raised in Louisville, Kentucky, a border town where the residents, Lou-uh-villians, brag about the fact that they don’t live in Indiana. In fifth grade, when Jim Rife asked me if I were a Yank or a Reb, I was confused because of my alien parentage, and replied “Well, the North won, so that makes us all Yankees now, right?” Wrong! But now that I live in the land of perpetual snow, I miss the dogwoods and magnolias in springtime, tubing through the Red River Gorge in summer, cross-country meets at Seneca Park in the fall, and UL and UK basketball in the winter (go Cards!). I can tell you exactly where I was when Christian Laettner hit that turn-around buzzer-beater over two Wildcat defenders to lead Duke to the Final Four. And my favorite breakfast is the cheese eggs, raisin toast, grits and black coffee at—where else?—Waffle House.Read more
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee, and still have my cradle roll certificate from the First Baptist Church. I have chased hens off nests in blackberry rows, and used two-holer–winter and summer. I am, however, left-justified to an extreme and if attacked, apt to become passive-aggressive.Read more
I grew up in McLean, Virginia, before there was a Beltway to provide a line of demarcation between Those Government People and Real Virginians. I further qualified myself by going to college at William and Mary, where my classmates had Southern accents and there were actual magnolias trees and crape myrtle bushes on campus. You mustn’t hold it against me that I moved to Minnesota for graduate school and ended up staying here, where my thin Southern blood freezes every January.Read more