I didn’t have a camera and I didn’t have much time to linger, but I spent a few minutes in redneck heaven last week. And yes, despite my profession and demeanor I do have an incipient streak of redneckism: it manifests itself in beer drinking, camping, shooting, and by almost swooning with delight when I walked into the Ranch & Home store in Kennewick, Washington.
(Can rednecks swoon with delight? Maybe I should say ‘passing out from sheer amazement’ instead.)
