Can't argue with any of that. Well put.This is my experience as well. To me the South is women who call you sweetie and baby and ask you to join their family for dinner. The South is being able to get sweet tea in a restaurant. Speaking of restaurants, it's pulled-pork barbeque sandwiches topped with slaw, black strap molasses on soft fresh biscuits, eggs with red tomatoes, homemade fried green tomatoes, catfish, greens with fatback and vinegar, and Sunday dinner in the middle of the afternoon. The South is men who will help you fix a flat tire on the side of the road without expecting payment. The South is lush oak trees whispering in the wind, torrential rains during hurricane season, clean beaches, winding country roads lined with crops and livestock, children playing free in the field, and being able to walk barefoot weather permitting. The South is beautiful old houses with huge front porches and creaky front porch swings. The South pulsates with history, with ghosts, with spirit, with life. Our history is not an entirely pleasant history, but what region of the world can boast of centuries of perfect peace? None that I am aware of. The South is overcoming adversity and appreciating differences. The South has its very own flavor and character which is shaped by people of several different ethnic backgrounds, no matter how much outsiders don't want to believe it. The South is home to me, like a warm green womb. I'm relieved and thankful that there is still somewhere in this country where you can just relax, be yourself, take your shoes off, and have another helping of sweet potato pie.