So you can imagine my joy when we arrived at our beach house for vacation last week and were greeted on the sand by our neighbor, who just happened to be missing two front teeth! Beer and cigarette in hand, he introduced himself to us as, "Kid." Kid was out fishing with his buddy, who happened to have the biggest beer belly I've ever seen and absolutely no fear of showing it off, and his wife who was, shall I say, not small. Kid also had a kid! His son was four like our son Jackson and the two immediately started playing together, no introduction necessary, leaving Travis, Kid and I time to get to know each other.
Ten minutes into "fishing" talk I had pretty much had it and pulled Jackson away from the bucket of fish he was picking up to go inside. An hour later I sat in the house wondering where in the hell Travis could be. I was shocked when I looked out the window and saw him still out on the beach drinking a beer with Kid. Was he warming up to Southern characters or was he just avoiding me and the kids after a horrific travel day?
Half an hour later he rolls in and I wait for the insults to start rolling off his tongue. What I got shocked me! Not only had he enjoyed his time talking with Kid, he actually found Kid to be very intelligent and was looking forward to going out shark fishing with him later that night. I couldn't believe my ears. Was he really befriending a Southern Redneck. "Yeah, I really liked him," he says, "I think it's my camouflage hat, it helps me fit in anywhere." At this point I had to know what they were out there talking about all that time and as I should have guessed: fishing and NASCAR. Travis, not being a big NASCAR fan said he was a bit taken aback when in the middle of discussing the difference in fly fishing and ocean fishing Kid pops up with the question, "You like racing?" But I explained it to him, "that's when he realized he liked you honey, but before taking the friendship any further he needed to know what team you were with." Welcome to the South Baby!