My wife regularly amazes me. She’s a pretty fantastic kind of person. For the past 10 days we have been in America visiting her family. Every time I come here I am astounded that she came from a place like this. It’s a one stop-light kind of town, deep in the gun-slingin’, tobacco-chewing, truck-driving, good ol’ boy South of the USA.
I neither sling a gun nor chew tobacco. I drive a Vauxhall Meriva, and though I consider myself a good guy, that is not enough to qualify as a ‘good ol’ boy’. It’s fair to say that I stick out like a sore thumb. Should I manage to engage a local in conversation (which is not hard to do) it’s only so long before I can see them zone out of what I’m saying to ask ‘Where are y’all from?’
Adlai has more claim to being a local than I do and he seems to have adopted the Southern way in a fashion I’ve as yet not been able to. He seems to blend in… in a good way. He’s not bought a gun yet and he doesn’t chew tobacco but he has (and always has had) an impressive admiration for trucks.
He also seems to speak the ‘good ol’ boy language and is not having many difficulties making himself understood. While he pronounces “car
