Triumph of the Hill(billys)

Ian was on his bike before last night's rock and his befuddled system was feeling funny so he chilled with a Coke and called me to come pick him up at "Findlay and Monument."  Whoa.  Crazy out there, shit like:

Anyway, while he was waiting and wearing this shirt (photo a re-post from a couple of months back), passing Appalachians literally yelled "GO HOME, JEW!"  To which I wish he would have yelled back "I am going home, right after rock practice!"

Crazy, this.  Then when I showed up, some greasy passing driver bellowed: "You're no real WASP, with your loafers and shit -- your Episcopalian parents were just social climbers like Janice Angstrom's dad in the Rabbit books!"

Or it sounded like that, with the Doppler effect.