WE WERE ON A ROAD TRIP recently that took us from New Orleans to St. Augustine, FL and thence up through Savannah, GA and Charleston, SC. It was an eye-opener for me to realize how readily southerners pegged me for someone not like them.
It wasn’t just the Boston in my speech apparently, but some complex of factors involving dress, manners, and mannerisms. Before any of them had spoken to me a group of guests at our B&B told my wife they had decided I was a math professor.
Since I’ve never been good at or even interested in math and agreed to come to join the staff at Central Bottle only when they assured me there would be no algebra, this tickled me. Something was making me look like a math prof to these folks – but its not clear whether whatever made me look this way was something in me or something in them. [Read more…]