It was back last October, I believe it was...off at this college town.
Nearly every year, right around the start of the college football season, I find myself returning to Andy Griffith. His unmistakably North Carolinian accent reminds me of the places my grandparents lived, where I spent summers growing up. There’s a comfortable warmth in his manner of speech, so particularly Southern and familiar that it can make you feel like you’re being introduced for the first time to someone you’ve known your whole life. The recording that always seems to make its presence felt yearly around this time is almost like something calling me home, whether I’m overseas or just right down the road.