We're not in Kansas Anymore

Or home in Minnesota, either. Andy found this on the highway this morning. (He was not responsible for the demise of the armadillo.) Never the less, this is something that is distinctly southern.

It's easy to pick up on the Southern accent after you've been here for a while. It's refreshing to hear the yes, sirs and yes, mams. Everyone wishes you a good day/evening. I'm still amazed that people have carports instead of garages here. Also, it seems everyone has at least one or two rocking chairs on their porches. We're definitely in the South.