About my Southernness: I am still Southern. The other day, I visited the Old St Paul’s Cemetery near Newton, NC. The place is chock full of Setzers, my grandmother’s people. The first one in the ground there came from Heidelberg in 1750. That’s in southern Germany. From what I hear, and who can say, most Setzers have been honest. Or at least not caught. I’m trying to keep that record clean.
Hell
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