Within weeks of arriving in Memphis, my slogan became "there's no such thing as a secret in Midtown." Part of the deal with southern hospitality is that the private quickly becomes public the way you'd imagine things to be in small, tight-knit neighborhoods and villages. Memphis may be a city, but midtown is definitely more of a village. Here's an example:
Just a few minutes ago the home phone rang. A student of mine was on the other end with a "funny request." Her softball team was on a team-building scavenger hunt and they were wondering if my belly could play the role of "the youngest person they could find" to take a photo with. "Sure," I said, "do you know where I live?" "Oh, yeah," she replied," "you're on McNeil. I used to live on that street."
Lesson: tight-knit southern neighborhood + residential liberal arts college = the end of privacy.
But my compliance came with strings attached; I traded a picture of me and the 10 week ultrasound for this picture of them with the same image. Enjoy!
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