ABSTRACT
I have a friend who was recently offered an opportunity for employment with a very nice organization in rural Florida. Now, my friend is a lovely person, with the milk of human kindness fairly pouring from her every pore. However, although she has lived for many years in the West, she still maintains important vestiges of her New York City upbringing. Certainly, her accent is not that of a born and bred citizen of the Isle of Manhattan — she has spent far too many years among the softer speaking Westerners that surround her. Still, there are certain unmistakable traces of The Big Apple remaining in her everyday speech.
