It was 1963 and my family had driven from Florida to Jackson, Mississippi for Christmas. We usually stayed home for the holidays but for some reason unknown to an 8 year old we decided to travel. It was there, in a fairly unlikely location, that I experienced my first and only White Christmas–until today. Some…

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I don’t know which is more ridiculous. A woman in a store calling my Southern Belle wife “Yankee” because she asked to get past her blockage of an aisle OR painting an entire region of the USA as rude!

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