OK, I added the last sentence. Don't know if it's still like that. But it was in the sixties for sure.It takes at least three generations to be accepted in Ford County. Regardless of money or breeding, one cannot simply move there and be trusted. A dark cloud of suspicion hanges over any newcomer, and I was no exception. The people there are exceedingly warm and gracious and polite, almost to the point of being nosy with their friendliness. They nod and speak to everyone on the downtown streets. They ask about your health, the weather, and they invite you to church. They rush to help strangers.
But they don't really trust you unless they trusted your grandfather.
Unless you drive a built Toyota that is.