It has been duly noted here how odd are my ways or how my thinking doesn’t always line up with genuine logic.
Any Southerner, born and bred, has charming degrees of eccentricity. In the Southern reach of the Appalachians, however, many of us have a heaping helping of oddness.
“Quare” is the Scotch-Irish word for it. To this day, I chuckle when I recall my mountain gran...
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