I’m a recovering yankee attorney who is following his wife as she begins her “dream job” in Arkansas. Neither of us has ever lived south of the Mason-Dixon, but we’re young, childless, and we’re not homeowners–it is, people say, the perfect time to pack up stakes and skedaddle.
Of course, people are generally morons and say anything just to get you to leave, don’t they?
So here I am, about to be dropped headfirst into the South. And I don’t even play the banjo.