the transplants. They love to look around for any evidence of some Faulknerian, all powerful "good ol' boy network," dominated by a Big Daddy character who dresses like Colonel Sanders and calls people Suuuuh (sir) as he makes all important decisions while puffing stogies in a smoke filled, backroom while tugging on his suspenders. Hollywood has convinced them these folks exhist and dominate every rural town and county. But the transplants look out for one of theirs own no matter what a disaster the person is here or back home (Ted Kennedy/Chappaquiddick). NHC is in a difficult situation because one of its officials was originally from Rochester and transplant voters decided it was time to vote in one of "ours." During the 2010 campaign, I heard that more times than I could count on all my fingers, toes and with my pants unzipped.
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