In the late '90s I was living in New Orleans. Drove out east to an auto junkyard to get a part for my car. Walked in the trailer--I mean, office--and immediately knew the owners were VFLs. Even named their first-born Peyton.
I held my tongue about our orange commonality until I was sure we had the right part. While they were out back, it occurred to me: the first indigenous vol fans I meet in Louisiana and they own a... junkyard? The thought wasn't born of class-ism, just that awareness you get when you live away of how outsiders stereotype Tennesseans.
Anyway, I felt oddly relieved to later learn that they had come to Louisiana after they sold their junkyard in Florida. It made me feel better to know they were moving up in the world.
Hmmmm. Now I can't remember what inspired me to post my Louisiana junkyard story in this thread...
Oh. Yeah. :shades: