Not that it should have mattered. But I’m Southern so it did. It mattered a lot. As long back as I can remember, whenever someone told Mama and Daddy about a person who, all a sudden just up and died, the conversation would, with some variation, go like this: “Did you hear ‘bout Jamison Jackson? Found him dead this morning.”
Ronda Rich: Us southerners need to know what kilt him

