Mine changes when I get around my roots or someone from where I grew up, or even fellow southerners while living here in Oregon...
The first time my son was with me when he wasn't real young, when I was on the East Coast... we'd been up in New England.
Before heading west, I dropped down south to Virginia to visit family...
First stop I made after crossing the state line, my son asked me to explain something to him..... he finally stopped me and asked me " who in the hell are you and what did you do with my dad?"
What do you mean, I asked.... which he responded, speak English again would ya.. I can't understand a darn thing you are saying...
When in New England, he barely understood the people with the heavy old Bostonian accent, which I had to translate....
When we got to Virginia I had to translate more people...
When we visited southern West Virginia, he kept on claiming we were in a foreign country, and I talked just like the people Thar/ I mean there...
My favorite two campfire members are Kaywoodie and Oldman 03.... especially Randy, I can listen to him talk all day long.... around Randy, I love as he talks like everybody talked when I was growing up...
Accents today are much less pronounced with the younger generation, I guess due to TV and the internet.... I miss being around folks with accents, that was my version of diversity, vs the way they look at 'diversity' nowadays...
