Rich: Acting like a stereotype does no justice to the South

It happened last summer. I had been telling Tink about an adorable town a few hours away. This column runs in the newspaper there. In fact, that little town was the one of the first to sign up when I syndicated this column 12 years ago. I cherish that and the wonderful people there.

Knowing that unless we have a reason to go “sommers” as my people say, we would never get there so I agreed to speak at Rotary. It was the loveliest of bright summer days as we made our way there. We came into the town and I enthusiastically pointed out all the cute shops and ancient homes. Rotary was meeting a few miles out of town so we turned right at the town square. Since road work was being done, we stopped for one lane traffic. Once through that, Tink gently accelerated.