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I first thought this year's tour through much of the U.S. would be far easier to blend. I live in this country - consider me assimilated! I've had twenty...something years to learn and live. No menus in foreign languages or women asking me for directions in French this time. While Florida was easy since I live there, many of these southern cities have been worlds of their own. My parents never took me to the south to assimilate.
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Although I don't understand a word out of some locals, at least they've been extremely friendly, especially the local post office worker. My hen friend, Dora, and I strolled to the downtown post office. In line, we hadn't even reached the counter before the worker hollered, "There's the Olympic figure skaters!" Dora and I looked at each other and then down at our clothes. Sure, I had a red, white and blue scarf, but that should blend in okay in this red state. Dora's brown coat didn't scream "Olympic figure skater" either. He chatted with us as he sorted our mail, asking what countries we are from. After Dora gave her exotic answer of Hungary, I had to reply with "just the U.S....Florida." Mr. Post Office immediately said he recognized my accent. I smiled and stared blankly at him, racking my brain about what a Florida accent would be and how I would have it. That was the first time in my twenty...something speaking years on this earth I've been told about an accent. And I didn't grow up in Florida or learn to speak there, so how did I get this so-called accent? You tell me. And mail my postcards, please!
"Dammit, we're dressed like Olympic figure skaters again." |
As I've stepped out to the streets and parking lots of Tupelo this week, my outfits don't really match much of anyone. It doesn't help that people don't walk in the South, so I'm the only one walking as car drivers shake their fists at me. I haven't learned what typical Tupelo dress is, but I do know it's not in either of my suitcases.
Here's hoping for better luck in Toronto.
A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe
ReplyDeleteAnd Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
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