We had a farm
in Arkansas, I
picture myself
as Meryl Streep
almost whispering
(except still in that
Out of Africa Dutch/
African accent). I
am a couple of
miles from being
a true hillbilly (and
while I have The
Ballad of Jed
Clampett play-
ing full volume
in my head I am
seeing Eva Gabor,
or a much more
modern Paris
Hilton; in other
words, The
Beverly Hill-
billies in rev-
erse. Why is
that? I wonder.)
Anyway, I am
an Arkansan in
San Francisco.
And, while I have
had my ups and
downs, at least
I still have my
humor about
me. And my
pride. An am-
algamation
(truth be told)
of humor and
pride of South-
ern, Midwestern,
Northeastern
and, most
assuredly,
Western,
from the
good old
USA.
And I’d
very much
like to
keep it
that way.
