As I state in my author bio,
I am a born and raised southerner, born in North Carolina, who has just moved to California. You wold have thought that such a move would have knocked me out like an old Mike Tyson opponent from the culture shock, right? Strangely enough, no. I think way deep down, past my country drawl and inside my southern soul I was always a Californian. Heck, maybe I lived here in some past life. (If one believes in such a thing. )
Not that I am embarrassed of my southern roots.
Not at all. I will watch ‘Andy Griffith’ if Barney is on it. I’ll listen to Elvis and Johnny Cash. I’ll sit on the porch in a late summer evening. I’ll even drink my iced tea, beer, or liqueur from a mason jar. But… I have no interest in hunting an animal for sport. (Sorry Ted Nugent, I must decline the invite) I think John Wayne stinks as an actor and believe most old western films suck. I don’t leave my Christmas lights on the house all year long, or say yee – haw. I don’t own a gun or anything with a confederate flag. For that matter I think the south has as much chance of ‘rising again’ as Reverend Billy Graham does without the aid of a Viagra I.V.
I loved North Carolina
For the scenic beauty. There are few places as beautiful in the Autumn. Most of my wonderful family is still there and a piece of me will always be there too. But in a big way I never felt like I truly belonged. Here in Cali, I love the blends of styles and beliefs. I can truly express myself here. If you talk about a different view on life one doesn’t even blink in California. In the south most would look at you like you just spit in their biscuit and gravy. (Which I do love to eat by the way.) I am a proud southern man with a California heart. It only took meeting my soul mate and thirty eight years to get here.
