[lormand]

I was born in Louisiana, and every time I go back to visit, I make sure I'm packing. The last time we where there, my 14 year old son and I witnessed two Obama voters, one male, one female fighting next to a gas pump while I was getting ice for my cooler. It was a scene that didn't surprise me having grown up there, but my son was very surprised by it.

It appeared to me that this was normal activity between the two, and knowing that Louisiana conceal carry law was more restrictive than is here in Texas, I declined to do anything about it. As I drove off, "Travon" watched me carefully. As soon as I was pulling away, I saw/heard Travon smash the back window with a tire iron.

Now, that is just the last time I visited. In my 35 years of living there, I have tons more stories just like it.

[yarddog]

Your story reminded me of a personal experience. Certainly not important or earth shattering but interesting to me.

I was born and reared in NW, Florida. I spent my entire life in the South until I spent 5 years in Western Kansas. I liked Kansas and the people but I could tell it was a bit different to me.

The first time I came back to visit my folks in Florida, I stopped for gas in Northern Louisiana. It was not a self service and a lady came out and began filling the tank.

As we stood their just chatting, I got the strongest sense of deja vu. I tried to figure out what it was as I had never been there before. Suddenly it hit me. I was back in the South.