Reflections: Tasting Our Words Before We Speak Them
By Michael J. Brooks I was in what we used to call junior high when we visited my dad’s brothers in Indiana. One day my cousins asked me if I wanted some soda pop. I told them I’d always heard of this but never had any and would love to try it out. To my surprise, they brought me a can of what in Alabama we called “coke”—our generic descriptor of anything fizzy and caffeinated. I learned that words can be different north of the Mason-Dixon line. South of the Mason-Dixon we have Jeff Foxworthy to thank for codifying many of our maxims. He writes that we don’t push a shopping cart b...