That phrase is a widespread joke nowadays, but I recall my Aunt Tood actually saying it once to some Nawth’n folks. She and my Uncle Al were fishing in a roadside canal, with me just hanging around, and this woodie station wagon stopped up on the hard road. The driver yelled down something like, “Hey, do you know where we can go to see an alligator?”
I don’t know if it was the question, the pronounced Brooklyn accent, or the 8-foot gator right across the canal from where we were sitting and not more than fifty feet from his car, but something prompted her remark. I do recall being convulsed with laughter, and to this day I can’t hear variations on it without being immediately drawn back to that canal bank, and “fishin’ in th’ ditch.”
Well, apart from the odd post from something that caught my eye elsewhere, I haven’t been around these parts much myself. I recently took on a job writing educational material for a drug and alcohol detox chain, and it’s been killing about as much spare time as I’ve been willing to devote to writing. I’m going to try to do better, though. I think maybe some little vignettes like that above might be the ticket, rather than the longer pieces I’m accustomed to. We’ll see.
But don’t despair (like you care that much). I’m definitely from around here.