I hail from a small rural town in British Columbia where the main industry is logging, beer is king and the culture varies from redneck conservative to hippy liberal. My father is an outspoken kind of a guy who walks to the beat of his own drummer. He’s a devoted grandpa and my son follows him around adoringly. Things get really interesting when Grandpa shares bits of redneck wisdom with my son.
The scenario: It’s dinnertime at a recent family visit.
Redneck Grandpa to my son: “It’s time to put the feedbag on!”
My son tying the feedbag on…<