Never felt more like a hick than when got a faculty job at a fancy dancy NE SLAC. Sometimes I put on a little cowboy show for everyone's amusement (students and colleagues alike), since it's what they expect anyway.

I had a colleague at my current (soon to be former) institution make a KKK joke to me and then, when I politely ignored it, felt the need to explain it: “you know, Alabama and all.”