In the interest of self-disclosure: I'm a born and raised Alabamian. One of my newer neighbors is a lawyer, and I had planned on introducing myself to him, until he put a Roy Moore sign in his yard.
Yes, by god I simply MUST visit Antarctica before I die! I'll never go into space because of the expense, but I do believe I can and must visit the final frontier on earth. Nice bit of journalism here Ms. Oatman.
For those of you who are amazed, here's a true story: When I was getting married in January of 1970 my mom took me shopping. First up, the requisite red rubber bag that I rejected for a pretty blue one. Second up, Lysol. Thank goodness I had the sense to reject that as well for something that promised to make me smell like daisies (which I didn't use). I had always wondered what was wrong with my mom. Pretty sure that was it.