The South is like my favorite pair of blue jeans. It's shrunk some, faded a bit, got a few holes in it. it just might split at the seams. It doesn't look much like it used to, but it's more comfortable, and there's probably a lot of wear left in it.
John Shelton Reed (1993). “My Tears Spoiled My Aim, and Other Reflections on Southern Culture”, p.7, University of Missouri Press
