Michael had heard about Southern manners, Southern charm and Southern gentility, however he had really never given it much thought. However, when his fiancée Daisy insisted that they travel to South Carolina to meet some of her extended family, he had no idea of what he was actually in for. He had lived his entire life in Minnesota, and while they people there were friendly enough, he was about to understand the meaning of the previously mentioned descriptive phrases.

Daisy’s family lived in a small town just outside of Charleston. The couple was welcomed with warm smiles, hugs and a freshly backed peach cobbler, which was hands down the best cobbler he had ever had in his life. Though to be fair he couldn’t remember the last time he actually had any cobbler. Daisy told him that one of the secrets was in pouring a bit of whole sweet cream over the top of each portion. Michael didn’t care so much what the secret was, he just wanted seconds. Later that afternoon Michael suggested they check into their room in one of the hotels Carolina but Daisy’s aunt insisted that they cancel their reservations and stay with them. If the food was going to be as delicious as that cobbler, Michael would have no problem staying there and graciously accepted the offer.

The following afternoon the couple was taken on a tour of some of the Carolina bays, which Michael had never heard about before. On the way Daisy kidded him that this trip was full of first times for him. They went to a large marshy area and after Michael had wandered out a bit Daisy’s relatives warmed him about the alligators. They laughed harder than they ever had before as he tripped while racing back to the car. So, now Michael was aware not only of Southern manners, he was intimately familiar with Southern humor. It was now his intent to demonstrate Minnesotans sense of justice and fair play.