It’s a funny thing about us Southerners. If a Yankee criticizes us, we haughtily disregard it, muttering over their ignorance.
But on the occasion that a Yankee compliments us, we happily embrace it and declare that we have found an enlightened Yankee.
Such was the case with me when a reporter from a Yankee newspaper called to interview me on the fine art of flirtation.
“Why did you call me?” I asked.
“Because everyone knows that Southern women are the best flirts,” she replied simply.
I loved enlightened Yankees. They are a joy to my soul. Read More»