Are we sposed to wait five years between blog posts??

I am a Cracker.  I have no doubt.  I can read and write, but I abhor the snobbery of an Emerson.  I can till the earth, and even grow things; but it does not last long.  The most I ever did with my first garden was to stake it out.  There is a nice little troy-bilt under the house.

My share of drinking I completed at middle-age, but I still had enough in my internal organs, blood and brain to qualify as a Southernized Celt or a Celticized Southron.

Not much of a fighter, but I will fight over tyranny and oppression, and vehemently over oppression of the feeble or timid person of color. Makes my Cracker blood boil.

What I want to see in the New South is a culture of folk who get along just fine without getting into each others' business, who help one another along the way, who are not ruled by money or possessions, who may still be moving about but willing to settled down after a couple of dozen domiciles.