When Frank Serio first came to visit me in Vermont, I met him at a gas station in town because directions to our apartment were hard to describe. There was maybe ten minutes between his calling me to say that he’d arrived and my showing up to greet him. His first words after the usual “So great to see you,” big hug, etc. was “Boy, they’ve got rednecks everywhere, don’t they?”
Yes. Yes they do.