Since my Mother passed away, I have not spent alot of time with my cousins. My entire family somehow made their way to Kentucky, back in the early 20th Century. Everyone stayed, except for my parents, who preceeded to have four children here in Chicago. For the First 8 years of my life, I would be brought down to Kentucky, during my Spring Breaks, and a great deal of my Summer vacations. I hated it, but then again, I was just a retarded kid.
I remember thinking, Where are the big buildings? Where are the big Malls? Where are the Baseball Card shops??????? Kentucky didn't have much of any of these.
But what Kentucky had, was character, and spunck. I hated it then, but I miss it now. How Fucked up is that. My Uncle is a retired state trooper down there. He is somewhat famous. In Chicago, everyone and everything has a publicist. In Kentucky, no such thing exists. So you may have seen my Uncle Chuck on MSNBC years ago. He was on T.V. giving details of "The West Paducah High School" shooting.
As much as I would like to look at them as uneducated HILLBILLIES, it just isn't true. In fact, on paper, They are more educated than my family and I. My Uncle has a Master's degree in Communications, while his sons hold a PHD and MD respectfully. But they are the Rednecks?
So, I don't get to speak with them as much as I would like. For the last 5 years, this has made me sad, but I realize that everyone evolves, and has their own life to lead.
But the other day, I found something extraordinary. I found that just an accent, a twang, a southern drawal, can bring about a worldwind of emotions.
Because of a new friend's voice, I now remember just how important family is. That's the best gift I could ever ask for..............................................................