NoOneOfAnyImport offers the opinion that Everything Sounds Better With An Accent. Pleasing pronunciations, of course, are in the ears of the beholder–not many on the far side of the Rhine, for example, find German to be a particularly entrancing patois–and most of us are unaware until we leave our provincial nests that folks from elsewhere might form phrases somewhat differently. Many moons ago, when I was undergoing basic training at Fort Jack with recruits from all over the country, I was flabbergasted when I was told by a mid-westerner in my squad that he could tell where I was from by the way I spoke. “Whadda ya tawkin’ about?” I responded. “I don’t have an accent–you do!” At any event, NoOne’s essay got me to remembering one of my old favorites, the late Justin Wilson (pronounced Yus-teen), Cajun cook, patriotic American, Louisiana raconteur extraordinaire, and a man to whom I’d listen recite a Baton Rouge telephone directory. Here’s a pair of Justin’s stories for you. Me, I’m gone go fix me some gumbo, I gar-on-tee.
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