Like blackstrap molasses oozing out of a mason jar, our Southern way of talking is slowly slipping away.

I’m not sure why, but to me it’s soothing to listen to old folks who speak in the traditional manner of the rural South. Maybe by the time I finish writin’ this column, I’ll have figgered out why.

But I find myself hankerin’ — there’s a word that will be lost in Generation Z —

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