Mmm, mmm, there’s good eatin’ in the swamp—you just have to know where to look. Hillbilly chic…is it a trend? Absurd reality shows like “Hillbilly Handfishin'” and “Swamp People” are making it cool to be a hick. I prefer watching Masterpiece Theater. Does that make me a snob?
When I was five years old my family temporarily moved to Chattanooga Tennessee, which is pretty much the Deep South. It was like living in the movie/book “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I had a lot in common with Scout. There was a swamp at the end of our street and I was forbidden to go anywhere near it. One day, while wearing a brand new white jacket, I ventured into the unknown to explore. I came home with my white jacket blackened with swamp crud. My mother, not too happy with me, dyed it red. Last week while cleaning out an old desk drawer in my parent’s house I came across an envelope with the address—which I had totally forgotten—of our house in Tennessee. I Google mapped it and with “street view,” I was able to walk up and down the street, to the edge of the swamp, and right up to the front door of the old house.
I’ve missed the fun and games at IF for a few weeks. Boo Hoo!