My wife hates it when I'm out in the dooryard and someone pulls up to ask directions. My accent gets thicker at the sight of outta state tags and I speak in a more roundabot way than usual.
I just tell the ole lady that I'm doing my best to add to the tourists' visitor experience by goving a little local color. (The hillslopes and ridges aren't always ablaze with scarlet-leafed red maples and golden white birches).
So in my own way, I'm helping bolster the tourism industry, the state's second largest economic sector.
Still waiting on my royalty commission from the Department of Resources and Economic Development.
