I’m not a big fan of network television. I watch a lot of shows on the History and Discovery Channels, and spend numerous hours watching Premier League Soccer. (The main reason we have the cable package we do is so we can watch British football.)
Remember how I mentioned that I live with two men, outnumbered and sorely lacking female conspirators? That is undeniably true when it concerns control of the television remote. There are some shows I like that my menfolk don’t – think SyFy and BBCAmerica. Fortunately, I can watch these shows online during the work week when the menfolk are out of the house.
When I exhaust my to-watch list and want some other distraction/entertainment, I eye-guzzle shows on Amazon Prime. I ran through the second season of Bosch in one day and caught up on my Dr. Who incarnations. Now, I’m overdosing on the six seasons of the FX show, Justified. The show is set in Kentucky.
The show is like watching old home movies – only the part about being in the South, not the gratuitous sex, drugs and violence. Most of the characters have a distinctive southern drawl, a speech pattern that I’ve consciously worked to overcome during my 20 years living in Florida.
Even though it is the southernmost of the contiguous United States, I don’t think of Florida as a genuine SOUTHERN state, a state that has the Appalachian mountains as a backdrop. (I grew up in the shadow of the Smoky Mountains, and can “shucks” and “y’all” with the best of them.) Hell, the highest point in the whole Sunshine State is only 349 feet above sea level. The highest point in Tennessee is Clingmans Dome at 6,643 feet. One football field versus 22 football fields, it’s no contest.
This show, Justified, has the same effect on me as returning home to visit kinfolk. The longer I’m within the borders of Tennessee (or watching the show), the slower my speech becomes, I drop my r’s, and there is a particular twang to my words. I recognize that it’s happening, and I am both amused and annoyed.
After I finish this marathon, I’ll need to watch something set in New York or California to reboot my elocution.
“There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road”
~ Steve Young, “Seven Bridges Road.” Rock Salt and Nails. 1969
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