The next morning, Jacob Will will wonder whose bright idea it was to get into a political discussion in a Southern bar. Being a Yankee, it wasn’t enough that he was on unfamiliar ground, he had been drinking. Being a somewhat drunk Yankee, he probably had it coming.
And now, he was a hung-over Yankee with a black eye. It wasn’t a bright idea at all, rather it was pretty damn dim.
Bruce Meisterman 