Comments on: Southern Drivers

By: Bill

Bill — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 15:54:58 +0000

Patience is right… Glad to have you at the party!

By: dave

dave — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 13:47:28 +0000

Hey Kristen,

Welcome to our little party. The bathrooms are to the left.
There’s no way out.

Best, Dave

By: kristen lanzer

kristen lanzer — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 19:43:32 +0000

oh no
i responded to the wrong story/page
this is
like a cocktail hour
one too many stories and
i’m just a chatty patty to anyone

where’s the bathroom?

kristen
ps how do i get outta here
(after i bookmark this site of course)

By: kristen lanzer

kristen lanzer — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 19:35:30 +0000

(new to the cocktail hour…nice to meet yous)

damn you
and thank you

your words have absorbed my attention now for a couple hours

my best to you bill
through your recovery
have patience man

kristen

By: Margaret

Margaret — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 18:38:21 +0000

Obviously, no one here has driven in Memphis. Driving 65 in a 55 mph speed zone is considered slow and zig-zagging through traffic, pretending to be in a Nascar race is the norm. I should say, however, that it has expanded my vocabulary. I have come up with new and imaginative compound cuss words.

By: George de Gramont

George de Gramont — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 13:17:34 +0000

There is the germ of a terrific novel in this essay. CdG loved the drawing!

By: Peter Peteet

Peter Peteet — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 12:00:55 +0000

Ah,driving.
Like John I am Southern, unreconstructed and zen-like but it is more from a place of Celtic idleness.The need to be somewhere else is balanced by the need to be here and prepared…to react to the fireball which may emerge from beneath my hood(or my neighbors),to have the ready retort for the charging armed racist,to spot the humorous poem in the maze of graffiti.The cunning,lying,vicious dog that is the future is not my master;I am not ahead of you in the left turn lane because I am on the scenic San Francisco route with only right turns.
Unless,of course,my better half is side seat driving and then I will honk,tailgate and curse my merry way through this dance of death-for love-of course.Also because I can,because two great metal steeds have been crushed around me and I yet live,so how could I fear such puny,daily dangers?I have even driven “totals”-cars which the wrecking yards receive running but unrepairable and use(often sans roof,fenders,hood or other niceties)to careen among the bloody hulks and gather useful bits from the long lines of crumpled death boxes.
Beep Beep!
Be filled with care.

By: nina

nina — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 23:58:23 +0000

Driving in the South is fine if you don’t actually have to go anywhere.

What I don’t like: when that light finally does change, the cars in front of you turn very very very carefully — as if they’re carrying live amunition, and don’t dare make sudden movements.

What I do like: even if you’re searching in your bag for something, and are in fact the cause for the people behind you waiting through another cycle of lights, nobody ever honks. It does make the day nicer, nobody honking.

By: Erica

Erica — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 14:52:44 +0000

Hm. Yep. Don’t miss Wilmington driving at all. I like it up here, where it’s reckless and fast and I actually get where I’m going.

Unless there’s an accident, of course. Because people are rubberneckers anywhere you go. That’s just an inevitable fact.

Cheers!

By: Tommy

Tommy — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 07:40:39 +0000

Uh…, just so’s there’s no misconceptions……, that “moron” was directed at the last left turner who didn’t make the light.