Dukes of Hazzard

Remember that nifty link tagged on the Dukes of Hazzard part of my last post? Well, long story short, I just watched the entire Reunion episode / film with the original cast. Some favorite quotes:

"Good ole Cooter, well, he bought a suit and got hisself elected to Congress. Only in America."
-The Balladeer

"Roscoe, you can't arrest this woman on my wedding day, she's the matron of honor!"
-Daisy, of Mama Max, the villain and apparently, matron of honor.

"That machine is slicker then deer guts on a doorknob."
-Uncle Jessie, of Daisy's fax machine.

And not really a quote, but somewhere halfway through the movie, Cooter's suit disappears in lieu of his usual fare; thank god he kept that cutoff flannel work shirt, where would old Luke and Bo be without it?

Yes, I did just spend the last hour and a half watching the Dukes of Hazzard Reunion on You Tube. Am I embarassed? No, just more excited to go home. The Dukes is one of the last things I remember having as a family before we all "grew up," and started taking to liking different things. You all know what I'm talking about, the period of metamorphisis where parents are ready to let their kids sort of discover for themselves, and kids, or at least Steve and I, started going off on doing "our own" things. Dukes was something we all shared.

The show was on Spike, but before it was Spike. Can't remember the name of the channel, but I do remember Dad laughing at Rosoce's "my little fat buddie," or the "coot-coot-coot's." So, with that in mind, I consider: am I more prepared to finish my move? No. Am I more excited to go home? Yes.

Because not only did the four of us watch Dukes every time it was on, in between multiplication talbes, but everybody watched Beverly Hillbillies at Grandma's. I can vividly hear Papa shouting along "If this bus goes uh-any faster it's gonna lift off!" You know, black oil, Texas tea...that stuff.

And in that vein of examining my family's dabling into redneck culture, another quote, from Grandma, given as Dad's in-laws come in the house for a picnik:

"[eying her sandals] I better put my shoes on, don't want anyone thinking I'm a hillbilly."

Happy early Father's Day, Hilljack, redneck, blue collar, hill billy, whatever you are out there. Happy Father's Day, DeGenaro Men.