I actually met one of those folks whilst living in eastern Tennessee. Where I lived was not far from where the KKK was founded and where the monkey-Stokes trial was held; eastern Tennessee hill country. Anyway, they are a real hoot, mostly friendly and good folks once they let ya know them a bit. The fellow I knew goes by the name of A.D., loved them old trucks, cooked some mash, has some dogs that were always in the back of the 50?s vintage GMC that ran Maypop tires. His ball cap read, ?Talk to me about Jesus?. He has a bunch of kiddos and his Mrs. wouldn?t exactly qualify to be on the cover page of Vogue, but has pure heart of gold and is a fantastic Mom. Oh, AD is the lead operator of a very complex chemical process that converts coal to the base material used for manufacturing cosmetics like lipstick and he has a Degree in Chemical Engineering. Given that experience; I?d say that sometimes there is lifestyle choice and not necessarily happenstance. Plus AD enriched my vocabulary immensely. Tennessee hill language is a bit different but really funny once a person tunes in to what is being said.
Scamp