This is a true story. I am not making this up. I am not smart enough to make this up. Besides it gets a little long and I don't do long, but stick with it, it's worth it.

First you need some background information. It is a fact that open season on Yankees is 365.25 days of the year in any state south of the Mason Dixon. Yankee jokes are a staple around here.

My son, Sam, is a contractor who does trim in all of the houses in a planned community near here. Trim includes everything from base boards and crown molding to spiral staircases and built-in entertainment centers. He has employees, but also does much of the work himself.
Most of the people in that community are transplants from up north. They come from Michigan (mainly) Ohio, Pennsylvania, Illinois, New York, Indiana, and much of New England. They are, in a word, Yankees. Most are retired.

Now there is this one house in the community that is bigger, nicer, and more beautiful than any of the others. Trimming the house is taking four or five times as many work days as the other houses in the area, so naturally the neighbors (Yankees) are very interested. Some are downright jealous. Others are envious. A few are antagonistically curious. So, while the workmen are busy trimming the house, they wander through making snide remarks.

Then one day some of them asked Sam who the new owners were. He made up a name like "Jenkins" or something and said that they were from eastern Kentucky and that they had won the lottery and were moving to better digs. He said they would be down to see it as soon as they closed on the trailer. The husband, he said,raised hunting dogs and had ordered a kennel built in the back yard. It would be big enough for 30 dogs. His wife is a nice lady, he said. She cuts hair and would open a beauty shop in that room back there. Six kids, all under 12, he said, and a son from and earlier marriage, age 18, who races motorcycles. He went on and on with more stuff than I can remember. They swallowed it hook line and sinker. I'm sure rumors are flying all over the community and the next community meeting should be a humdinger.
That's my boy!
Howard