SEPTEMBER | 11th | 2016
I am from a quaint small town.
I am from cookouts with your neighbors.
I am from churches on every corner.
I am from “that’s my cousin” and “we’re related somehow”.
I am from sweet barbeque sauce is the only barbeque sauce.
I am from high school football is the only thing that matters on a Friday night.
I am from “y’all” and “yonder”.
I am from the Blue Ridge Mountains.
I am from a town that is known for its bluegrass, not blue grass.
I am from front porch sitting.
I am from Wilkesboro.
I am from a quaint small town.
I am from cookouts with your neighbors.
I am from churches on every corner.
I am from “that’s my cousin” and “we’re related somehow”.
I am from sweet barbeque sauce is the only barbeque sauce.
I am from high school football is the only thing that matters on a Friday night.
I am from “y’all” and “yonder”.
I am from the Blue Ridge Mountains.
I am from a town that is known for its bluegrass, not blue grass.
I am from front porch sitting.
I am from Wilkesboro.