No thanks to the beasts, Grant and Sherman. At the checkout counter, "Where you from?" Boy, "10th Mountain." Moment of reflection, "From the North?" Quick as a flash, "You calling me a dam Yankee?" Pause, "Nossir, but he's from England."
He looked at me, full of war, but we were at peace, "That's different," he grinned, and so it was.
Rise up Southron,
LSP
