After six months in Arkansas, my Indiana ears are adjusting to the local pronunciations. I still notice the differences, but some words continue to jump out at me.
Like a few minutes ago when the local TV weatherman gave us the update on a storm front sweeping through the area and advised that there is a strong possibility of hell.
Huh?
You see, hell is Arkanese for hail.
One you know that, it's a little easier to imagine golf ball-size hell. Or the threat of hell damage to roofs and cars.
In the meantime, it's raining like hail.
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