Who turned on the air conditioner?

I arrived in Nashville this morning without incident. Not that I expected anything whack to happen, but we've all seen those Southwest Airlines shows on tv. I noticed something today after getting here. Usually I drive up from N.O. The long drive tends to blur the differences between there and here. Today I flew in. I left a city where people pack concealed heat to cap others just for the hell of it. I arrived in a place where people carry guns in case they stroll across the golden opportunity to bring home a new wall decoration. There is a big difference between Thuggish-Ruggish neighborhoods to Hillbilly Hollow. The difference is not a decrease (or increase) of quality of people in the two very different places, it's just a mere change of ethnicity. Same people, different makeup.

I attempted to study on the plane, but it's such a short flight that the plane never levels out. Therefore, my ears kept popping due to the rapid changes in altitude. Screw the studying...Jack & Coke please. As I got off the plane, two Cajun rednecks (on their way to Vegas) said, "Let's go grab a beer." Of course, it was barely 8 in the morning at that time. But when you come from a place where no bars hold, it's a shock to find out that drinking establishments actually close up for the evenings. It seems so sacriligious. Anyway, study today, interview tomorrow, and then we'll see what else pops up.