Sorry, I have a strange vernacular because I was a high achieving Texan, in "deep East Texas".

Use of the language is strange here. Especially because I live in Dallas/Ft. Worth, but I drive to "deep East Texas".

When the girls start saying ya'll, and use your name in two syllables (when It's a one syllable name like John or Glen), then you've found "deep East Texas".

All the men are cheating pigs, the women drive pickups as well as the men, and only the "city leaders" drive cars less than 5 years old (and they are Buicks and Cadillacs).

All the town leaders meet at the local "Dairy Queen" (Actually, Herschel's Drive In in our town) at 6am each morning to discuss important issues of the day (like what Noah did with the waste products from all the animals).

There's always some "deep thinking" in "deep East Texas". Remember, this is the place where Bo Pilgrim won't sell you a "fat yeller chiken".

I'm amazed that our company can even exist in this town.

"Wonder what they do ther, Billy Bob?" "Don't know, Jim" "Somthin' 'bout compooters, I think"... They got them fancy kinds, you know like the city folks have.

Glen Austin
You haven't seen MacBeth until you've seen it done by high school kids in East Texas...