Hehehe, when I go down there, everyone waves at you even if they don't know you, and here, they just give you the finger. Tell all the southern girls I said "HI".
Last time I went down there, we hit the smokey mountains, and that "highest point" mile walk thing.......I was dying, and smoking at the same time.....not much air up there.
TV doesn't do justice to how hillbilly my family down there actually is.....bibbins is the last name. I highly doubt you know any, but there must be hundreds of them around you. The Tates are everywhere too. My family down there has cemetaries in the back yard, hunt for ginseng(sp?) in the woods for cash, and my one aunt gets her water from the rain hitting the roof.
They actually live someplace called "tater hill". I do really love it down there.