They are also dreamers, people with a plan but just not enough hours in the day. How else can you explain the cars on blocks, tarps over roofs, the front lawns littered with aging farm machinery. This is a land of works in progress that will require more than a four day weekend and a case of Old Style.
This mix of dreaming and remembering creates a bit of a down home McGyver persona. A concoction of dreams and random parts makes for the perfect creative environment. These artists work in the medium of scrap metal and vinyl cling on graphics.
Even with the increased risk of falling through a porch or contracting tetanus I wouldn't have the South any other way. Every run down abandoned place has a story, like when was the last time someone lived there? When did this town go under? Is this meth lab going to explode?
It's refreshing that in 21st century America there are still differences between places. In spite of all the homogenized TV shows and music there are still places where I get reminded by a paranoid and intimidating red neck that I'd better watch out because I'm a long way from "Elinoiiise".