I lived in Arkansas for a year+ in the mid-90s. To be sure, it was a mixed bag.
No 911 (emergency phone number) was surprising. Ten generations of cars, in varying stages of decay, in the yard was not.
Some very beautiful vistas and the insanely delicious fried catfish was surprising. Kindly neighbors and a generally politeness was not.
A still-simmering racial tension that existed beneath outward appearances in some quarters was sort of surprising. The genuine love & friendship without any regard for race, nationality or background among those who were my friends was not.
I was identified as a "Yankee" (a northerner) by those I did business wtih, which was disappointing and a little eye-roll-worthy. But instead of responding with scorn, I didn't take myself too seriously, and just rolled with it. Then I was accepted as a "good Yankee", which was fine by me.
No 911 (emergency phone number) was surprising. Ten generations of cars, in varying stages of decay, in the yard was not.
Some very beautiful vistas and the insanely delicious fried catfish was surprising. Kindly neighbors and a generally politeness was not.
A still-simmering racial tension that existed beneath outward appearances in some quarters was sort of surprising. The genuine love & friendship without any regard for race, nationality or background among those who were my friends was not.
I was identified as a "Yankee" (a northerner) by those I did business wtih, which was disappointing and a little eye-roll-worthy. But instead of responding with scorn, I didn't take myself too seriously, and just rolled with it. Then I was accepted as a "good Yankee", which was fine by me.
And best of all, it helped me ace this quiz!! ;-)