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….