It is of paramount importance that I teach my husband how to be a Southerner, at least a half-decent one if not one of regal bearing. For instance, I tell this dear man — who descended from those who traveled on the Mayflower, and therefore is generations deep in New England — that to be a true Southerner, you have to get into everyone else’s business. Not in a mean way but in a caring-I-can-help kind of way.