If you care to define the South as a poor, rural region with lousy race relations, that South survives only in geographical shreds and patches and most Southerners don't live there any more. ↗
We're probably a couple of freaks who've created their own little universe, are living in our own little world and that's the only place where we can survive. ↗
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield. ↗