Monday, August 30, 2004

Back in Action

Mrs Tilton is back from a voyage into the heart of Dixie, and tells us coastal types that yes, things really are different down South.

Just back from my tour of the American hinterland. From the very beginning it was clear that this place is different. The pick-up trucks; the difficulty of buying beer; the Cowboy Jesus music from most of the radio stations. And that was in northeastern Pennsylvania. Deliverance Country is but a stone's throw west of the Hudson.

That's unfair, of course, and a bit exaggerated. (Except for the part about pick-up trucks. On the northeastern seaboard, all vehicles are either SUVs or minivans. In the backwoods, some of them are pick-ups.) But if your experience of the USA is of New York or Boston, it can be a bit of a shock to discover how much of the country is, well, Southern--even the parts that fought so bravely and effectively in putting down the treacherous 'Confederacy'.
A funny thing - despite spending many years living in the United States, the furthest South I've ever been has been Virginia, by which I mean of course the DC metropolitan area. New York and environs, California, all of New England, fine, hey, even a trip to Colorado, but the South remains for me as unknown a country as Ultima Thule - physically speaking of course.