Southern Living.

Every once in a while, I seem to go on and on about now I enjoy living in the South. You know, the charm and hospitality, the warm weather, fried chicken and the bourbon. There's more to it than that, but you get the idea.

I had another day where I valued my Midwesterner-turned-Southern-charmer personality. I was standing in a group of people, many native Southerners, who complained about a group of people from "Up North." It seemed as though they didn't realize their was a Yankee among them.

Now, I'm not about to whistle Dixie and fly the confederate flag but I was astonished that I was passable. Unbelievable, y'all. Guess I'd better go mash the mint for my julep.