Driving through rural southern Illinois (my old stompin' grounds) I passed "Earl's Kuntry Skillet."
I called someone to tell them that and to say "kuntry."
Then I realized what I was doing. "Does this make me an elitist?"
I tried to compensate by playing some John Denver tunes on my guitar when I got to my hotel (yes, I'm travelling with my guitar these days. It makes me feel so, oh, I don't know, Julie Andrews walking into the Von Trapp family mansion for the first time whenever I get to my new hotel).
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That's because YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE!
In Illinois? Wow, I had no idea. That sounds so.... southern. For all the weirdo, stereotypically southern, two-part names in my family, it occurs to me that we don't have a single "Earl", which seems to be a southern thing to me. We also say "skillet" in the south when everybody else says "frying pan". And "kuntry"... well...
Are you sure you didn't take a wrong turn somewhere?
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