The South...

Now, even though I was in Florida, it's not really "the south". I mean, come on, let's be honest: A good portion of Florida's population is made up of former New Yorkers. Calling it "the south" just doesn't seem right.

 

Georgia, on the other hand, is a completely different story. I think there are a grand total of seven New Yorkers in the Great State of Georgia. And, at least for a little while one day in September, there were two more. My brother had a service call in Valdosta, Georgia, and I decided to go along for the ride.

 

Well, that's practically right around the corner...

 

The drive from St. Augustine to Valdosta is largely uneventful, as most of it is freeway. Even still, whether you're on back roads or the Interstate, it's certainly entertaining:

 

A nice nod to Ray Charles...

 

These folks sure do love their pecans. But "tropical" honey? It's GEORGIA...

 

Ah, yes. An we now discover why Yankees love the south...

 

Two for one? It's like a fireworks "Happy Hour"...

 

A roadside cotton field outside Valdosta, Georgia...

 

A cottony close-up...

 

My brother and I both thought it was funny to see this sign right next to a cotton field...

 

While my brother did his service call, this was thew view from my "office"...

 

After Greg got done with his service call, we had a little bit of time on our hands, so we decided to go to a local purveyor of all redneck things, Adel Outfitters. Now, I don't use the word "redneck" lightly, nor do I intend to offend or refer to rednecks disparagingly. The reality is that, in Georgia, there are easily as many rednecks as there are New Yorkers in Florida:

 

It's better than Wal-Mart. Welcome to the Redneck Superstore...
 

I don't even know where to begin with this. Not too many New Yorkers know of such things...
 



I don't know why, but these made me laugh. A lot. Maybe it's a regional thing; Who the Hell knows. All I know is that kid looks creepy, and the cat looks like it's holding out for an intervention...
 



Where else can you buy a classic Honda while you're looking for a new pair of woodland camouflage rubber boots?
Nowhere, that's where...

 

We finally found our way back to civilizat... I mean, um... Florida. While it's always good to spend time with my brother, I gotta' believe that there are better places to do it than the thriving metropolis of Valdosta, Georgia...

 



Welcome back to the non-South...