We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
South Georgia. 1960s. Late summer evening. Fishing with my grandfather out in the woods. Frogs and cicadas singing, whippoorwills calling. Moon Pie and NEHI grape soda as we head home in the truck with a stringer full of brim (bream). Sigh. Wishing I could go back ...
Bowdon's Shady Rest, a black owned BBQ NW of USF back in the 60's. We would park our motorcycles under old live oaks, eat BBQed goat, sweet potato pie on picnic tables, no inside dining, almost heaven.
Heaven forbid - not Pepsi! It's RC Cola and Moon Pie, but I don't remember it for breakfast down in southwest Georgia in the 60s. Redeye gravy was made with country ham drippings and coffee. My own grandmama never cooked that kind of breakfast - you got Frosted Flakes and milk or hard crunchy toast with jelly and maybe a scrambled egg and bacon.
My mom (in her 80s now) asked for a Co-Cola here in Nashville, and the young waitress had to get me to interpret. Funny, I don't remember Mom saying it that way until recently. It's more of an affectation for her.
In 1968 I drove from the West coast to Florida with a buddy who was headed back home to Florida. We drove in shifts, all night/all day. We crossed the Mississippi into Natchez at 7:30 in the morning and stopped at this little roadside restaurant. The waitress couldn't have been 18 and she was just finishing up the night shift and looked tired. She asked us "what would y'all like?" My buddy said finally I'm back in the South. I want two eggs over easy, grits with butter and a slice of ham.
Absolutely. Born and raised in Atlanta. My parents occasionally made red-eye gravy, but only from ham drippings and coffee. Hot dogs and Coke (shudder), never. The other good topping for grits was tomato gravy.