I've stated it time and time again, I love the South. Yes, capitalized all formal like. There is no real one reason why I love the south, but just the other day I came upon something that not only surprised me and delighted me but again cemented that thought that the South is the place to be.
There I was walking to work in the early light when I came up on the most interesting display you see above. I took a picture. Like it was an art installation of some sort. I marveled at its simplicity.
Take a closer look. In fact, here, let me blow it up for you.
Yep, that's right. Two medium sized baking potatoes laying right there on the sidewalk in downtown NashVegas. I looked around for the requisite butter and sour cream (without Sour Cream it's hardly Kosher) but, alas, none to be found. No ketchup for fries, no pan for hash browns - nothing. Just a couple of Idaho Spuds hanging out in the Art District of Music City. It was enough to make you smile, and a smile first thing in the morning on the way to work is the best way to start the day.
Now, I hear what you're thinking. I'm spooky that way. How does a couple of spuds falling out of a shopper's shopping bag mean the South is so wonderful. It's not the great potates, nor the location, but the fact that someone took the time to carefully lay these off to the side where they a) wouldn't be underfoot and thus destroyed by people headed to the day's toiling, and b) possibly be found by the owner who might come looking for them.
Now, you begin to see why I love the South?
Is any more proof needed? I think not.