The rumors about Southern people (especially Memphians) are true – we’re really, really friendly. Super friendly, even. We’ll hug you without warning, happily chat up strangers, and ask how your mama is doing every time we see you.
For what it’s worth, everyone in Memphis seems to be on a first name basis with everyone else. People are generally humble and approachable, no matter how amazing their work. It could be because the city is crawling with people who are legitimate Big Deals.
It’s not uncommon to run into Mayor Wharton at the Midtown Schnucks or any number of musicians at the Quik Check or Otherlands. One time, congressman Steve Cohen helped me start my car when it broke down outside of his campaign office.
Whenever you mention someone who’s a Big Deal in Memphis, it’s not uncommon for the person you’re talking to to respond with “Yeah, I run into that guy all the time, and he’s really great.” Everyone seems to have at least one good story about everyone else, and that makes Memphis feel less like a city and more like a community.