
The first time I ate at Waffle House was in Tuscaloosa. The waitress had to ask me to slow down three times while I was ordering. It was the first time I had ever been told I talk too fast. Then I realized I was a long way from New York City. Attending the University of Alabama gave me a chance to see a whole part of the country I had never been exposed to. I have to admit, the thought of leaving scared me at first.
I thought to myself: “Who the hell does anything exciting in their comfort zone?”
That was my response when my parents asked me why I hadn’t applied to college in New York.
It was my proposal when classmates asked why I came to Alabama.
It was my assurance when the culture shock and homesickness kicked in.
It was my mantra when I decided to take a crack at advertising.
It is the driving force behind my work.
The charming people and savory BBQ gave me a new place to call home. According to the ever credible Urban Dictionary, I became a "damn yankee".
Things a Yankee (still) doesn’t understand about the South.
Why do people want mud on their cars? Is that supposed to look cool or something?
Dry counties? What the hell is that?
Why aren’t there Waffle Houses in New York? They would make a killing up there...
If everyone’s mom makes the "best grits", who really makes the best grits?
Is camouflage gear suitable for most formal events?
Isn’t Southern Hospitality just really good manners...?
Can snow really shut down whole cities?