50 claps from mountain woman. Grew up in the mountains, spent 15 years in the city, then back to the mountains. I retired and my oldest child moved me to her Kentucky home, where I exclaimed, where's the mountains? Turns out, the tallest mountain peak around here, is the lowest point in my mountain valley back home. Nonetheless, Red River Gorge sees a lot of me.

I need my coffee shop and went looking for one right away. Found mine, on my very first walk downtown. The place was empty and the young coffee making man started talking. He tells me his family's been here since 1798. You don't sound like you're a native, I exclaimed, how come? Ben laughed and started talking. Oh I see, you speak several languages and chose the one you thought I'd like best. He had a good New York accent down too, but no Yiddish, so I offered him some. It was a good morning. My Kentucky born and raised son-in-law code switches too - impressive stuff.

Most every one I ever knew who grew up on the "wrong" side of someplace, code switches.

The folks who grew up talking that "approved" way of talking, stopped impressing me a long time ago. One day it just hit me; I 'd been so busy trying to impress people, I had not thought to ask, if they were impressing me? Nope, they were not impressing me one little bit. So why was I trying to impress people who were not impressing me?

Long way of saying, thanks for a good read.