The Deep South is both romanticized and disparaged. As non-Southerners who've lived in the South for nigh on seven years, we (Mike and Elizabeth) offer our views on life in the region. Such things as these are discussed: the friendly folk, the sweet tea, the southern ramblers (old timers who sound like characters from Faulkner novels and will keep talking  literally to the end of time unless you walk away from them, and even then they will follow you and continue to talk), beautiful streets dripping in Spanish Moss, confederate flags, swamps, alligators, hurricanes, wonderful neighbors, southern charm, the fact that folk from the south are basically the same as folk from anywhere else in the world, the fact that the south and its people seem to be utterly unique, old mansions filled with ghosts, streets and elementary schools named after civil war generals, the fact that we don't know what we're talking about, the fact that we think we might know what we're talking about and so we're both setting novels in the South, and other topics. 

Please forgive us real Southerners. We love you.