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I live in Texas now and a Texas born-and-raised friend of mind told me what she learned at her mother's knee: "You can hate someone's guts, but there's no need to be rude about it."
I have never lived in a friendlier place, certainly including the upper midwest that is my native land. You cannot stand in any line here without someone starting up a conversation. It took some getting used to but now I too can call perfect strangers "honey."