You might be a redneck if your daughter's Barbie's Dream House has a clothesline in the front yard.

If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.

You might be a redneck if your wife keeps a can of Vienna sausage in her purse.

People should see your faith. If all you do is talk about your faith and people don't see it, but they ought to see it in the way you treat your family, you treat your friends, you treat your community.

You might be a redneck if you're turned on by a woman who can field dress a deer.

For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life's list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors.

The stuff that made me mad 20 years ago doesn't really make me mad any more.