I visited some relatives and friends in the South
Not only are they polite, some speak lovingly.
All something I am not accustom to.
If they wave where we live it usually is a fist.
South of Mason Dixie try to find a waitress that doesn’t call you honey.
Back home…good luck trying to find a waitress.
Driving out in a rural area or populated, people are waving.
“A bunch of kooks.”… I think.
Then the rush sweeps over me.
I realize they are sincere in their gesture.
After a few days of this. I’m starting to be kind myself.
Then headed homeward,
getting close to home,
a driver is pretending he’s in a Nascar race
all I see is his grill and helmet.
and waving unkindly.
There’s no place like home….