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I was eating my breakfast in a local diner sharing coffee talk and politics with locals and a South Florida transplant claiming to be an authentic redneck.  Anchorage is a long way from gator country.  The bears are a much more substantial threat.  I like to listen to the stories of why people move to new locations or why they remain in one location.  What is it that lured them there?  Or what is it that compels them to stay?   You learn more culture from the locals than any college boy tour guide.

I also like to drink in local dive bars chatting and consorting with locals and transplants.  We can shoot the shit and toss down shots along with our beer.  I’m always feeling it when I’m getting to learn the local attitudes.  If I puke in the toilet in my hotel room later, so much the better.  The pundits will howl and call it an unsuccessful trip.  I didn’t do any of the main touristy things.  I didn’t really do anything spectacular in their self-righteous estimation.

Well, fuck them with their short sighted, narrow minded opinions and attitudes.  I like to swing with the locals and I usually have a really good time.  If the tiny minds of pundits can’t comprehend my fondness for local diners and dive bars that is really not my problem.  I don’t ask for their approval and I damn sure don’t need it.  I’ve already wasted too much of my own time on this retort.