He drives a truck, makes his own moonshine, and chews tobacco. He’s good with his hands. He’s working on the farm, at the feed store, or at a construction site. He’s got a thick Southern drawl, multiple guns, and dogs. He loves to hunt and fish.
He’s the classic good old boy. And I have met him – on quite a few occasions. And you just don’t meet many of those working in the city.
You wouldn’t think these guys are all that special. They lack sophistication, sometimes say offensive things, and don’t have a lot in the way of money or connections. But these have been some of the people I’ve missed while living in Atlanta.
For all their rough edges, the good old boy is one of the most reliable types of people in a fast-changing (and not always in a good way) world.
He doesn’t want much or need much, so he remains his own man. His culture is masculine, so he keeps a strong sense of honor in his dealings. This honor and independence allow him to operate by a different and better code in the world. He’s hardworking, loyal, honest, funny, simple, and durable.
Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He may not smell very good. But if you find a good old boy, take good care of him. His is a dying breed, and you can learn a lot and maybe do your part to keep them alive.