Oh Tina, I would never call you a "dammed Yankee".
The difference between a Yankee, and a dammed Yankee, is that dammed Yankees come here and DON'T leave.
You left, that makes you just a regular ole Yankee.
Cahaba, Alabama is a deserted antebellum town reminiscent of the old Hee-Haw line, "if it weren't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all." Once the first capital of Alabama, this place was the good life's poster child. That was before the floods, the tragedies of war and pains of reconstruction. Today coyotes, squirrels and alligators roam the crumbling remains of the once proud boomtown.
Today's southern quote comes from a tour map of Cahaba. Pulled from the obituary of a prominent citizen of the 1800's named Joseph Babcock, this excerpt suggests our Mr. Babcock suffered from the same streak of luck that took down his beloved Cahaba. It reads...
"When Babcock suffered a stroke, Rev. Cotten and Doctor Ulmer rushed to his side. Ulmer bled him, caused him to vomit, gave him an enema, and administered electric shock. The patient died shortly after the treatment." --Southern history as recounted in a tour map of Cahaba Alabama