This email is from Judy, this is really good.

She writes, I've been devouring your podcasts and videos since recently discovering you.

I especially enjoy the Steve Lilly stories and I'm anxiously awaiting the next installment.

As a native Northwest Georgian, I'm also a fan of your accent which could belong to

any one of my brother's nephews or other kins and I lament the loss of our regional accent

and hearing it is a bomb to me.

I don't think people are losing their southern accent, maybe a little, I don't know, I just

talk like I talk.

Like it or not, I'm 65 years old and I grew up on a large farm in the corner of Northwest

Georgia, which is within spitting distance of Chattanooga.

I can see lookout mountain from my childhood bedroom and I have two older brothers, one

is 13 years my senior and the next one is seven years older than me.

I was very much a tomboy as a kid, running through the woods and fields of our 300 acre

farm.

Our nearest neighbor was a mile away.

Daddy raised beef, cattle and pigs and we grew tomatoes and beans for sale at the farmer's

markets in Chattanooga and Atlanta.

Every Sunday afternoon we'd round up whichever cows we had pre-selected to be taken to the

sale the following day.

This was one of my favorite memories because it meant time in the fields and woods and

it was searching for cows and calves and they always seemed to know that they were on

the market list and therefore they would run away.

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