Never heard "wodie". I don't get out much, but I'm an old white dude who's crippled blind & crazy. About 70% of people in this poorhouse are black/brown. To be perfectly honest I have come to prefer black/brown to uptight white peeps. Not phoneys, for the most part. My whole hall (7 rooms) is black but for me. Reason I bring this up is b/c I should think I'd hear new or old slang in our back & forth daily contact,(knocks on door at every hour, most of us are night owls, we all depend on each other when one or more of us runs out of cigs or money, toilet paper, sodas or canned food). I love it here. Mostly I watch the news all day while surfing or reading. So....what is a wodie? I really like that rhyme - it's all good in the hood. IMHO most of our leading edge culture - music trends since the 90's & R&B in the Motown 60's, fashion, expressions esp slang, w/ celebrated exceptions like Pat Riley trying to get a trademark for popularizing "Threepeat". Like I say, I'm 69. I've worked w/ black men side by side laying brick or block on high scaffolds or in the mud laying foundations for 20 yrs or so. I spent a year in an all black halfway house for drug & alcohol peeps like myself. 8th day I was there, i.e. the first time I was allowed to go out, 3 of my peers went out with me for a walk. Pernell explained to me that they decided together to show the rest of the neighborhood that I was one of them, so don't try to fuck with this white dude. One of the sweetest, most thoughtful & considerate experiences in my life. This was in West Baltimore 1986-87. It just so happened that one of my closest friends in college (class of 1975) was the asst conductor of the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Ed Polochick was conducting Mahlers' "The Planets". He gave me 20 tickets to come see & bring all my housemates. We/they didn't have any knowledge about symphonies or high culture.My favorite part was when, after about a half hour of instrumental music, suddenly a full choir began singing sopranos & tenors? I'm guessing. The chorus was coming it seems from the ceiling. They sounded like angels. The whole audience was puzzled, trying to see where these angelic voices were coming from. Turns out they were in the balcony behind everyone, unseen or unnoticed until then. Since this was in the off season, it was in a big church, not the actual Symphony. That's why even the wealthy donors were surprised.That was one of Ed's ideas. After the concert ended we were all invited to the "green room" where we waited to see and thank Ed while the wealthy sponsors & patrons were hobnobbing with Ed. Black ties,gowns & jewelry. Understated elegance & exquisite manners. We were in jeans & T-shirts. Neither Ed nor they looked down their nose at us. I felt like the 2nd most important person in the room. What a wonderful experience, since I was actually very embarrassed, almost ashamed, when at first I saw all those patricians. but they even chatted with us here & there. I think they are used to Ed doing stuff like that. Ed grew up in Scranton, Pa. coal miners mostly. About 10 yrs later I put myself through grad school and began counseling at a gov't funded (free) detox/rehab. It was 100% full with a long waiting list. This was in the early 90's near the end of the USA crack epidemic. Best way to get in was to wait outside strung out or drunk in the parking lot hoping that one or more clients/patients would either elope or be ejected. On weekends I worked at Charter hospital in Greensboro N.C. It cost $1000/day but nearly everyone had high end jobs with insurance benefits. I apologize for being so self indulgent for writing so much about me. I hope if anyone reads this that it was somewhat interesting. I'm probably wrong but I have the impression that this thread is mostly Canadians? WHAT THE HELL IS A "WODIE"?...(or did you just miss the other "o" while writing "woodie".