A hilarious romp through the old south with a gay tar heel born in the 1950s. From relatives from Piedmont North Carolina whose tobacco farming roots date back to 1752 to the underbelly of dysfunctional southern universities, the rug gets rolled back on the heritage and idiosyncrasies on the south. No one and nothing is spared including those "church going" Christians. Women in the Methodist Choir become so furious with the tough taskmaster of a choir director that at a social function they mix up a highball with straight vodka and Tang. The choir director downs it and passes out. Capturing a south of yesteryear that is slowly dying and meshing with the vanilla lives of today is the goal here so that these colorful characters aren't lost to history.