Sometimes I worry that our redneck roots come out a little too much...you know kids half-clothed running around, peeing off the retaining wall. Or, when we do things like plant some Round-up Ready DEKALB corn on accident. Or, ride around the neighborhood every night in the Mule. I worry that we might belong out in the country (or Arkansas for that matter) instead.
But, then, I am woken up at 12 am listening to the neighbors behind our house screaming at one another until at least 1:15 am. And, the next morning, my next door neighbor is mowing her yard in her pajamas with a cigarette and I think, "you know, maybe we do fit in here after all..."