Some folks say ya’ll and reckon and kiss my grits and figure they’re Southern. Then there are kin who will school you pretty quickly with their talk. You know where you stand when you wonder what a phrase meant or have to ask.
My late Uncle Pat, of Kemp, all 6’6 of him, was a natural. He liked to take his souped up cars to the drag strip in Seven Points. He’d rev up his engine anywhere to tempt any…
