|This kept me busy too.|
There is another, a recent grad of UGA that is in the meat science program here. I haven't formally met him, but have exchanged emails and such. The other day, I was headed home from work when I saw a pickup with Taylor County, Georgia plates. I pulled up beside him as we drove down the road and hollered at him. Seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do. Seemed that way to him, too. We talked for a few seconds, but at 45 miles per hour, we only exchanged plesantries and I headed home. Nice fellow, too.
At this point, you are either reading it and thinking, "BIE, what is the point of this story?" or "Why in the world would you talk to someone whilst driving up the road." If you are from small town Georgia, you fall squarely in the first category. From anywhere else, the second. Based on my (admittedly) unscientific surveys, either I was committing a grievous and dangerous road faux pas or just being neighborly. Now, I haven't hollered any anyone while driving (hollered being in a friendly manner) since I moved up here four years ago, but it didn't feel the least bit strange to do so. Hell, it wouldn't have felt strange, even if it had been a complete stranger from Taylor County, although the odds of two people from Taylor County being in Central Illinois at the same time would be astronomical.
The other is a bit of a brag. I am now known as the guy with the Georgia flag in front of his house. In a way, my work here is nearing completion, at least as an ambassador of all things UGA. I got introduced at a party as the Georgia fan in town and people that I have never met and have no real reason to know me knew who I was and where I lived. I was very proud.
Finally, I got to use a Lewis Grizzard story yesterday. I am only a bit ashamed that I didn't atribute it to him, but I guess this is public enough a forum to come clean. I told an assembled group that noted I didn't sound like they did that they were the ones that talked funny and that God talked like we do. I firmly believe that.