jough--
I'll never forget... I was in italy, on a school exchange thing, and the teacher was explaining dialects. And she says "does anyone here speak in dialect?" and one kid raises his hand, with the general manner of a person admitting they have genital herpes. the entire class stares at him while he tries to say something in this wierd north-eastern italian dialect (it basically sounded like someone speaking italian with mush in their mouth), only to blush and stop when everyone burst out laughing at him.
I wish dialects in the US would not go away. Making fun of my dad for not being able to pronounce "drawers" will never get old, and I want future generations to have this same ability.
I find that dialects seem to be more and more a matter of choice. there are some kids in my classes who sound very very southern, whose families are from the north. and then there are others of my friends, whose families have lived in the south for bagillions of years, who sound perfectly northern.
of course, my relatives all say I have a southern accent, so who knows. I guess I do have the distinction of having a Latin teacher whose given name, for most of his life, was Bubba. Also, getting to tell people that I was in a garage band that played in a barn.
I love regional wierdness. It's too bad that it's slowly going away. I think I might start saying "ya'll."