I just read a short story that takes place in the deep south and it’s about…well I’m not exactly sure. There are these guys and they are playing around in front of a woman, doing a little reminiscing while on a porch swing drinking tea. That is about all that I got out of the story. I’m sure that for most people who grew up in the south this is a great story because it evokes a time and place. But I grew up just north of Chicago in Evanston and while I like porch swings and tea, it really didn’t do much for me.