My late father and a couple I know who retired to Florida made similar comments.
Dad: Bad people move to warmer climates so they can be lazy and not have to dress properly.
Terry: Key West has the most crazy people in the USA. The crazy people kept walking and walking south, until they could go no further, so they stayed in Key West.
Incredible as always. We’ve recently decided we will be moving our family to the upper Midwest and have received nothing but commentary about how we will suffer and regret the bitter cold and how we should instead move to the Carolinas or Texas. The last thing I want for my family is heat and languidity. We crave the Thulean training grounds of the north!
This is excellent writing. I’ve read it 3-4 times now. I am a southerner, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Your writing reminds me of both Robert Farrar Capon and Charles Portis.
What an excellent piece. Yet even northerners can be sun worshippers, as the sun has its own distinct seasons. Here in north-western Scotland at 58°, the sun at this time of year stays low in the sky and passes slowly across it, stroking the ground - the lumpy moorlands and steep mountains - with long fingers, softly, gently, like a kind companion. It is never more beautiful than just before sunset (about 3.30 pm at the moment) when it gives the sea a strange silver cast and its deep cold gold is so apocalyptic that it feels like the end of the world.
My late father and a couple I know who retired to Florida made similar comments.
Dad: Bad people move to warmer climates so they can be lazy and not have to dress properly.
Terry: Key West has the most crazy people in the USA. The crazy people kept walking and walking south, until they could go no further, so they stayed in Key West.
This is amazing. I’ve always had a subconscious dislike for weathermen
Incredible as always. We’ve recently decided we will be moving our family to the upper Midwest and have received nothing but commentary about how we will suffer and regret the bitter cold and how we should instead move to the Carolinas or Texas. The last thing I want for my family is heat and languidity. We crave the Thulean training grounds of the north!
This is excellent writing. I’ve read it 3-4 times now. I am a southerner, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Your writing reminds me of both Robert Farrar Capon and Charles Portis.
Thank you. And thank you for reading with a sense of humor -- I truly mean no ill against 'ol Dixie (though it certainly ain't my cup of tea)
So good
What an excellent piece. Yet even northerners can be sun worshippers, as the sun has its own distinct seasons. Here in north-western Scotland at 58°, the sun at this time of year stays low in the sky and passes slowly across it, stroking the ground - the lumpy moorlands and steep mountains - with long fingers, softly, gently, like a kind companion. It is never more beautiful than just before sunset (about 3.30 pm at the moment) when it gives the sea a strange silver cast and its deep cold gold is so apocalyptic that it feels like the end of the world.
But I agree with you about your weatherman ;)
The worst, then, have to be the Northerners who winter in the South; cherry-picking the sun AND driving up real estate prices in two locations.
You would enjoy listening to ‘The Weatherman’ by The Hush Kids. Similar sentiments
Brilliant! Such fun truth to read.
There's a sneer to this. You have readers that aren't Yankees and have attended Pentecostal services.
Thank goodness there are plenty of Pentecostals and non-Yankees with a sense of humor. Just having a bit of fun with this one. God bless!
Are your writings satire? Hard to tell.
Some are, some aren't.
This must be sneer then, because I do not see much satire here.
Quite sorry, I don't wish to offend.