The eyes of all hope in thee, O Lord: and thou givest them meat in due season.
Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.
Pope John Paul II
This is my funny Yankee story: I am from Northern California. Shortly after moving to Texas(Dallas area) I was walking in our suburban town, and an elderly lady with a strong Texas accent asked me for directions. After our conversation, she commented on my accent by saying, 'You sure can tell you're a Yankee!' Coming from the west coast, I had never before considered myself a Yankee, but since her comment, I DO!
Heh! I'm also from California (Sacramento), and have been living in the south (Memphis) for the last several years. Never got called a yankee, but I've had people say stuff like, "You're not from around here, are you?" in a way that they already knew the answer.
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It has taken 22 years, but now family from back home tell me I 'sound Southern'. But not to Texas ears!
I used to travel through the south alot for work. I'd always get called a Yankee, I am one btw. Well I like to consider myself more of a swamp Yankee.
It was often the first thing out if people's mouth after hello. Then they'd always say "bless your heart".
It got so bad I had to start leaving my kepi and musket at home.
I find your lack of bacon disturbing.