The pleasures of living in the South

Since last I wrote, Adrien and I have successfully moved to Mooresville, North Carolina. I have just wrapped up my first week of work at First Presbyterian Church as the Associate Pastor for Youth. Most of my week has been acclimating myself to the building and the system. Half the staff is on vacation, and there haven't been any big youth gatherings this week, so it has been relatively calm.

Today, Adrien came to see me at lunch so that we could walk downtown to try and get library cards (we couldn't as we don't yet have NC driver's licenses). On our walk, we stopped to get ice cream, as we had been given a gift certificate to the local ice cream place. As we were walking back to the church, both with wielding ice cream cones, we crossed in front of a car that was waiting at a traffic light. The driver was a young guy in his twenties, maybe, who said out the window, "Ice cream is good, isn't it?"

Now I need to note that there was not a hint of sarcasm or malice in his tone. This guy was legitimately championing the inherent goodness of ice cream to us as we walked in front of his car. It was both hilarious and sweet.

I'm not sure what part of "the South" this qualifies as, but today's encounter definitely rules out "dirty South."