I was born in the north, but the south is where I call home. I’ve now lived more than half of my life here. I love everything about where I live: the weather, the people, the sweet lilting accent, sweet tea, collards and cornbread.
And I’m here to tell you, Southern Hospitality is NOT dead. My dear mother-in-law is from Boston. It drives her crazy with how friendly people are here. We’ll go to the grocery store and everyone smiles and nods a hello. The cashier will strike up a conversation with you. The young man bagging the groceries helps you to your car and won’t accept a tip. She’s all like, “What do they want from you?” I just laugh.
Along with the friendliness there’s a delightful mix of craziness. I’ve met my fair share of characters. Which makes this story, Alice’s Restaurant, totally believeable.
No Thanksgiving is complete without listening to Alice’s Restaurant by American folk singer Arlo Guthrie. It’s a bit long but if you don’t have your own copy or a radio station that plays this on Thanksgiving Day I saved you the trouble of finding it. Enjoy! And Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
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