I grabbed this off a helpful Web site at transparent.com which would seem to explain the confusion:
One marked difference between Castilian and Latin American Spanish is the use of vosotros and ustedes. Vosotros, used only in Spain, is the informal plural form of you and the corresponding verb is conjugated in the 2nd person plural. Ustedes is the formal, plural form of you, however, in Latin America it is used for both the formal and informal address for 2nd person plural but the corresponding verb is conjugated in the 3rd person plural form. For example, "Vosotros estáis felices " and “Ustedes están felices” (You are happy) mean the exact same thing.
Sorry, Saint Zero, but I am pretty certain that Coke was invented in Atlanta (at a drugstore/soda fountain) and first bottled in Chattanooga. The plant is still there, although modernized beyond recognition. Please look this up if you don’t believe me. I spent several years in Chattanooga and this is a source of great pride there.
On a semi-related subject, miniature golf was invented on Lookout Mountain, which overlooks downtown Chattanooga. Strange, but true.
Yes, I’m in Houston. But I said the complete opposite of what I meant about “y’all”. It’s always plural. I might have to start a thread on whether or not anyone else has this particular affliction of which I suffer. Dyslexia of the tongue. (Or fingers in this case.)
Someone really should enlighten the Vickburg Chamber of Commerce, and Coke in general, cause they did celebrate the 100th anniversary over in Vickburg in 1994.
I just checked the Intranet where I work, and you’re right, Saint Zero. You’re wrong, TN*hippie. Coca-Cola was first bottled in Vicksburg. The modern system of bottling franchises came years later, and maybe Chattanooga was part of that, but the first guy to put Coca-Cola in bottles and sell it that way (as opposed to from a fountain) was a Vicksburg entrepreneur in 1894.
Why would this sort of info be on my company’s Intranet? Let’s just say I work at a well-known beverage manufacturer on North Avenue in Atlanta.
Thank you for clearing that up. My mind was going into conniptions thinking there was a fellow Southerner out there so obviously confused. I can sleep now.
In which case you should have been able to learn readily that Coca-Cola was created by a Chattanooga pharmacist named Pemberton, who sold the formula to the Candlers, who set up shop in Atlanta. Like so many of Atlanta’s past and current residents, Coke was born elsewhere but achieved its success here.
Which sissy in the newspaper would that be? Keep in mind, I left Arkansas fourteen years ago, and there was and in my world will always be only one newspaper in Arkansas: the Gazette. That it has been assimilated into the evil empire of John Robert Starr is a fact I’m aware of intellectually, but refuse to accept emotionally.
As for the Arkansan/Arkansawyer debate, most people, indeed most people in Arkansas, say “Arkansan”. This makes it sound like the class of people referred to are some sort of variant of those who live in Kansas. On the other hand, Arkansawyers of a literary bent (John Gould Fletcher, Donald Harington, and several others) have typically made it a point of pride to be contrarian on this point, and in this I join them. You live in AR-kan-saw, not ar-KAN-sas, so you’re an AR-kan-saw-yer – whether you like it or not.
So CP, are you a native or a transplant? Hometown? College?
Naah. I’ll throw out my own info first. Born in the hospital at Newport (my parents and grandparents all lived in Augusta at the time). Besides Augusta, I lived in Des Arc, Clarendon, Jasper, Harrison, Fayetteville, and Harrisburg (in that order). Went to Hendrix College, during which time my parents moved back to the great northwest (Rogers/Bentonville/Bella Vista). My parents, between them, lived all over the place before I was born: Magness, Oil Trough, Tuckerman, Fakes Chapel, Tupelo, and Weldon (my dad), and Paterson, Fakes Chapel, McCrory, Reydell, and DeWitt (my mom).
You’ll admit to carrying the Democrat? I might admit to having carried head lice as a kid (had I ever in fact done so), but not that rag <grin>.
My favorite was when some scientest said that the sun had cooled by 3 Kelvins. My calculator couldn’t calculate such a small number for the precentage. The Democrat ran the headline, in type larger than WWII:
SUN COOLING OFF!
Could’ve scared my Grandmother, but she was smarter than that.
And for goodness sakes, it’s pronounced oll down here, not oy-ell. That’s the only yankism I haven’t been able to shake after 16 years.
BTW, anyone know the ingredients to red eye gravy? I do, not that anyone cares I’m sure, but I can’t believe it’s actually edible…not to mention tasty!
