I grew up in the wonderful small town of Middletown, Ohio. Our family was from Kentucky, and back in those days, Kentucky folks were called hillbillies, rednecks, or briarhoppers. There weren’t any distinctive qualities that set one group apart from the other, so I’m not sure exactly which group we were in. There wasn’t any kind of social order. I mean there wasn’t a Fraternal Order of Hillbillies, a Briarhoppers Club, or a Benevolent Order of Rednecks. We had no real identity, so I just tried to fit in wherever I felt comfortable. Middletown was such a great place, that I fit in and felt comfortable, pretty much everywhere. It was just that way, in Middletown, Ohio.
Time has passed, and I’m sure I still belong in one of those groups, but over the years, I think I have been steadily improving my standing within the social strata. Tonight, for example, I might have moved up to a new status; I may now qualify as a ‘Refined Briarhopper’, or maybe even as a ‘Sophisticated Redneck’, because tonight, the wife and I enjoyed a nice bottle of Merlot with our Stouffers’ Chicken Pot Pie dinner. As they would say in Butcher Holler, “It don’t get no better‘n that.” Just sayin’…………….
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