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The Lawnmower Fighter, Episode 1: Buying the Bull

“A real Southern man mows his neighbor’s yard…out of spite.” – RSM reader Nicklaus Louis It’s true that, for a large number of Southern men, the new measure of a man’s worth is not in flashy cars, huge houses or a trophy wife. It’s in a well-manicured lawn. It seems a simple task: mow, apply […]

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B. Ivey, Real Southern Dad: Bleacher Creature

My daughter plays softball – check that… she’s on a softball team. They are the WildKats. With a “k”. Their colors are maroon and black. Her jersey stretches past her knees and her socks pull to the middle of her thighs. Her shorts reach mid-calf and her batting helmet can only be secured when the […]

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My Place

I recently had the adventure of traveling with a group of college students by train from Tuscaloosa, Alabama to Washington, DC.  Being the odd man out age-wise (or just a generally odd man), I found myself listening to my iPod train mix (a mix that would have made any Real Southern Man proud) and observing […]

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Stupefied, Not Stupid

Picture a map of the United States. Now, in your mind pick out two places with the dumbest men you can think of. My guess is that most of you went straight to the South. That’s just too easy. I’m not quite as sure of your second choice, but I’m guessing if you could count […]

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Kelli and the Contras

(or “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Fact That My Wife was Almost the Mistress of a Counter-Revoluntionary”) “Fathers, do not exasperate your children.”  Of the hundreds of commands, laws and bits of helpful advice in the Bible, this one always strikes me as particularly modern…and patently unfair. Shouldn’t mothers be included […]

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Confessions of a Dixie Dandy

Do you like to dance?  I don’t mean the slow-dancing stuff — anyone can do that. I’m talking enthusiastic footwork here — gyrations, gettin’ down, bustin’ a move and shakin’ that thang. Honestly, I can’t recall the last time I danced with an unbridled oomph in my step. And come to think of it, that […]

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