tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979727040372247990.post7912076321219365752..comments2023-05-01T09:27:08.495-04:00Comments on The Dead Kinist: Driving Like One Who Belongs to Jesus ChristHans Gygaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02585786656124091095noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979727040372247990.post-59392610591261670472015-01-14T10:57:02.578-05:002015-01-14T10:57:02.578-05:00Great story. Just a slight remnant of the great cu...Great story. Just a slight remnant of the great culture that was once part of all the ways of the South.Hans Gygaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02585786656124091095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979727040372247990.post-46428735822341356672015-01-13T20:27:34.044-05:002015-01-13T20:27:34.044-05:00Interesting you mention southern driving. I lived ...Interesting you mention southern driving. I lived in one small town in AR where it was common courtesy (almost rude not to!) to flip a wave at every single vehicle that drove by. At least a little finger or two off of the steering wheel. I got accustomed to this and assimilated accordingly and carried it back with me to the city. My dad enjoyed pointing out this eccentricity when I drove him somewhere. <br /><br /> I ended up relocating to a slightly larger town next to the one where everyone waved. Although this current town is at about 55% diversity thus the trust and sense of community has broken down accordingly. There are no more finger flicks or all out waves a mere 25 miles away. Just too high a percentage chance that you'll be greeting someone who is completely alien to your values and might be outright hostile to you just because you're one of those leave it to beaver crackers waving at everyone.Westonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01545602585982123281noreply@blogger.com