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Gee Goofus, you caught a lot of heat for nothing. I've self-proclaimed myself to be a redneck for several years. Here is why: Yea, I may have the occasional tractor occupying my garage. Tractor value: $800 Car value baking in the sun: $30,000. I also may stop towards the end of a day and bullsh#t with my neighbor. It's been a tough week, I have more to do, but I always have time for some good BS. As an added bonus, as I kick back on his porch, I see a gopher... It's a ways out, but eventually, if we don't get it, another beverage will make us forget it our missed shots. Oh, an adult beverage or six may be involved too. Yea, I tease my mother-in-law. I give her the treatment, sorta. I love her and would do anything for her. She knows it. She appreciates my banter and shoves it back at me. Strike against me? I'm not exactly frugal. When my buddies and I step up to the bar, we don't worry about where the next round is coming from. If my friend forgets his wallet, guess what? I'm buying! Yea, well, not economically correct, but someday, I'll forget mine. Not on purpose, mind you, but what comes around goes around. It all works out in the long run. Yea, I know, it don't work on Wall Street. Guess What??? Neither do I!!! thurlow said that a redneck will throw the beer on the side of the road, and a good ole boy will throw it in the box. Well, I always try for the box. Generally, early in the night, it makes it. Later on, it may not. I contribute that to the slowing speed of the driver. However, if we stop to relieve the beer, I may pick up the redneck's (in front of me) empty beer. Yea, I know my neighbors. I know their kids. He!!, they may all even all be cousins? Who knows? Well, actually, I do know. My redneck kids are probably related to your non-redneck kids. But if being a redneck is a guy with 3 Chevy's up on blocks in the front yard - no, I'm not. If being a redneck is knowing your neighbors (rather than being scared of them), helping your friends (without fear of when you will be helped back) and loving your family (and all of the silly things they bring with them), then I, sir, am a redneck. No, I'm not a Nascar fan. I don't watch football (except for the Super Bowl). I'm not a sports guy period. The sports I like most haven't heard of. But I'm a redneck. I like the outdoor BBQs with a cool one or 8. I like kids running wild. I like big back-yard fires. I like fixing on old junk that means nothing to anyone but me. I like lighting fireworks everyday except the 4th (seems so mundane). I like having a reason for Friday besides a paycheck. I like having people call me nuts once in a while. And I like having people call me for a favor once in a while without having to worry about how I'm going to pay them back. And, in case I didn't say it before, I'm a redneck and I'm very proud of it.
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