We hung out last with Newton's family, who by their own admission are Southern Folks. One of the guys I met was Newton's brother-in-law, Jimmy, who's was exactly what you'd expect. I thought Newton had a thick southern accent but Jimmy would talk sometimes and I we'd just look at each other to see if anyone else understood it. Kinda like Hank's buddy in the show King of the Hill. He brought over some moonshine which he explained was "The kind that makes you slap yo momma". It was good, pretty smooth, direct from their neighbor's still. We also checked out one of his cotton fields and went and picked some cotton. Pretty cool for us city boys. We stopped into the local country store where we talked and joked with the locals for a while about us Yankees.

Newton, who's last name is Peters was telling us about his High School football career, which is a religion down here. The paper got wind that he wasn't going to play and had a headline "Wildcats to play with out peters" (which beats the headline "Wildcats to play with Peters out".