In the South, the breeze blows softer... neighbors are friendlier, nosier, and more talkative. (By contrast with the Yankee, the Southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do). This is a different place. Our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting and parting. Our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names. Nothing about us is quite the same as in the country to the north and west. What we carry in our memories is different, too and that may explain everything else. ¢¾



Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Pray for the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second, chance grab it with both hands.If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.¢¾