Golf was curtailed after 5 holes by heavy rain and thunderous noise in the clouds. We ‘carted’ in haste back to the club, although no siren said we had to. While waiting and hoping it would clear, the group started the joke session. The jokes were ‘mumble, grumble… and more of that…’ with every word swallowed that those not born in the mid-south, well Eastern Arkansas, across the river from Memphis had to smile in faked understanding. Tips on how to understand and hear the swallowed dialect of these mid-southerners would be most welcome, other than ‘get a hearing aid’.