"A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable down by the Oconee I live, A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth, A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings..." --Song of Myself by Walt Whitman
If you'll check out the quote at the top of the blog, you'll see why I've named my blog after the title of one of Walt Whitman's poems. It wasn't too long ago that I stumbled across Part 16 of "Song of Myself" and thought to myself "Well, I really am part Southerner and Northerner at this point." If you listen to me talk, you'll understand. I sound pretty funny to everyone at this point. And if you think I have no accent, well then you clearly have been tuning me out.
So it just occurred to me today that Kentucky fell somewhere in that section of part 16, and well now...it's just plain creepy, isn't it? Kentucky comes right after being a Northerner. When I lived in Athens, I was right near the Oconee River. You'll never guess where the Elkhorn Creek is in Kentucky...runs right through Fayette County near Lexington. At this rate, I'll be in Lousiana, back in Georgia, and then head up to Newfoundland eventually. Brrr. All in good time, you sweaty-toothed mad man.
In the meantime, I'm headed out to find some deer-skin leggings, which is kind of a waste because leggings are so last fall!
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When you crossed the Kentucky state line, did you sound your barbaric yawp?
Haha...actually I did, but I think I was just happy to be out of West VA and all of its hills.
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