Suh!

Ah should have yuh (not you-all, cuz I believe there ain't but one of yuh)
know that despite mah current Yankee residency, Ah have the honor to be the
grandson and nephew of Georgia peanut (and cotton) farmers.  Ah may be a city
slicker mahseff, but in oncet in mah youth about 1963 when Ah was visitin'
mah Southren relations, a man passin' out leaflets in a ice cream parlor
(where I was no doubt drinkin' Co-Cola) handed me one, and Ah found that Ah
had been in-vited to a cross burnin'.   Fortunately for that gennleman, Ah
didn' show up, or he sure nuff woulda been kicked outta the Ku Kuluxers for
invitin' a Jew to a sacred rite.

Anyway, Ah should be happy to meet you-all upon your forthcoming visit to
ouah unfair city across the River Hudson, and perhaps we Sons of the South
can forget the recent unpleasantness over a nice glass of iced tea for you
and a nice cold beer for me.

How dat grab yo' ass?

Ralph