I'd been in England for maybe three hours before someone tried to identify with me, the lost and bumbling American.
"Where are you from?" asked the cab driver.
"Georgia," replied my wife.
"Oh, that's where Ludacris is from."
There it is. That what Georgia has given to the world: the ATL. Not that Georgia has a lot to offer, but surely Ludacris can't be our biggest export. Peanuts? Jimmy Carter? Hillbilly Golf Clubs? Larry Munson? Coca Cola? You Might Be A Redneck If... Jokes? Flannery O'Connor?
"And Li'el John?"
YEAHYAH! UH-HUH! and Little John.
I think the next time someone tells me they are from England I'm going to reply: "Really? That's where Oasis is from isn't it?...No, I've never heard of your empire. Was it big?"
I guess I should be glad that Kathryn and I weren't still claiming Mississippi, though.
"That's where lynching is from, is it?"
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nice. i linked you up over on my site. i look forward to more adventures.
nice. i linked you up over on my site. i look forward to more adventures.
You're a blogger. Keep writing, you Georgia sucker. Those of us in Mississippi might want to learn more about Oasis and whatnot. Slirp down an English beer for me, will ya'?
Ahh ... the english. As George Bluth ("Arrested Development") would say: All the men sound gay.
PJ - satarical as ever! Hey I guess the cab driver could have pointed out James Brown. I know he is the God Father of Soul - but he also has been in jail for beating his wife and NOW they have renamed the Civic Center in Augusta after him - What next?????
tj in T-town
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