Discovering Southern

A few years ago, I was doing coursework for a graduate degree in History and sitting in a class called “History of the American South.”

The course was a discussion format, and the topic was, “Define the American South.”

There were various arguments presented: geography, racial history, membership in the Confederacy, etc.

My answer was a little less cerebral and a  precursor of that recent Luke Bryan song that goes, “It ain’t a rebel flag you bought at the mall, it’s a hideaway bed in an old farm stall, two kids getting caught stealin’ a Boone’s farm kiss…”

Now, Luke Bryan is talking about what “country” is and I was talking about what the South is, but the principle is the same, yeah?

And, then, people in the class started talking about “people who grew up in the South.”

And I was, all, “I grew up in the South.”

And, then, they started laughing.

Florida, someone said, is not the South.

It might surprise you to know that I was madder than a pack of wild dogs on a three legged cat…

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