This weekend, Sarah and I got the chance to head back to the Charleston area for my friend Heather's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding at First Baptist Church of Charleston, right in the heart of Historic Charleston.
Anyway, Friday night, we stayed at a hotel in Summerville, my hometown. Friday night we had to pick up a few things, so we ventured to the good ole Summerville Wal-Mart, where I had a startling revelation.
As we stood in line at Wal-Mart, I realized that Summerville is a redneck town (even though it's actually a city). The thought had never occurred to me that I came from a redneck town, but it's true. There's nothing wrong with it at all, but I had never thought about it.
So, yeah, I guess I'm from a redneck town...and I'm still proud of my homeland, I'm proud to be a Greenwave, and I'm proud of my roots.