January 13, 2006 - 1:54 PM.

O Appalachia

I just saw the photos of my brother's wedding.

WOW, did he marry into hillbillies.

Thank god his new wife is far and away the cream of that crop. I cannot fricking believe what I was seeing in the way of youthful toothlessness and "I'd Rather Be Fishing" t-shirts at a formal event. I suppose it's not that surprising given that her grandmother remarked about the pair of friends her granddaughter asked to sing in the ceremony, "We're not much used to mixing with the coloreds." (Brave men to show up among that crowd.) And even the bride herself, bless her heart, was hoping that the ceremony wasn't too late in the year for the venue (a living-history LOG CABIN FARM JESUS) to be offering hay rides.

In the name of all that is holy. I see that Appalachia is NOT a romantic idea. No wonder the only movies that get shot there are crap like "Nell" starring people who can't act -- even Hollywood can't put a good gloss on the place. Recent mine disasters, plus the poor girl's father died when she was 15, of some sort of industry-induced cancer that apparently everybody there gets.

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