In the Cown-tray
There are two types of “country.” One is your typical rolling hills, old tobacco fields, rustic barn with beams and a warm cozy hay loft. Think old Virginia plantations, Kentucky bluegrass or even parts of my home state in North Carolina. This country is pronounced con-tree. Then we have the sticks, the outskirts of a major city that aren’t quite rural but not quite metropolitan either. Some questionable trailers, one or multiple broken down cars in the yard… Even the…