Not too long ago, a friend of mine discovered rather abruptly and rudely that he had dated a crazy woman. Now, in the South, we’re used to such. It’s actually a common practice. But west of the Mississippi, it’s a bit different.
He was bewildered. “She didn’t seem crazy. She seemed normal.”
I laughed. Remember: I’m Southern so I have a lot of experience with crazy. “See, that’s the problem,” I counseled him. “Crazy can hide itself so well that you don’t see it for a long time. Matters like this require expert supervision. You should have called me.” Read More»