This is the South I know and love — the one that embraces its pockmarked heritage with a sly grin and a wink.
General Beauregard Lee emerged from his “mansion” Tuesday, failed to see his shadow and thereby predicted an early spring. Here’s the statement from the Yellow River Game Ranch:
7:34 am, 56 degrees: Enticed by the smell of Waffle House “scattered, smothered and covered” hash browns just outside his mansion door. General Beauregard Lee awoke to a balmy 56 degree morning as a heavy fog lay across the Game Ranch. He did not see his shadow, foretelling an early spring for the Sunny South.
That’s miles better than some self-serious, ahistorical bulljive about the honored Southern dead, the 10th Amendment and Elvis Presley. Gimme Mr. Haney and Roy Clark any old day. Life’s too short and too hard to play it straight all the time.
Enjoy your mint julep, Gen. Lee, and thanks for the forecast.