-=> Quoting Sondra Ball to Robin Arnhold <=-
Hi, Sondra,
 
 SB> Grin!  I have a sister who lives in the back woods of south eastern
 SB> Kentucky.  Hearing directions down there is a real study in local
 SB> history.  "Now go down to old 27", they'll say.  The "new" 27, I
 SB> learned one day, was built around the beginning of World War II.
Up north we have a couple of bridges like that.  One is the old bridge
and the other the new bridge.  About ten-fifteen years ago, they tore
down the old bridge and replaced it, so the old bridge is about fifty
years newer than the new bridge.  However, a couple of years ago they
widened the new bridge to four lanes by adding a second two-lane bridge
next to the original new bridge, so part of the new bridge really is new
and part of it really is old.  Hmmm.  I really don't think a flatlander
could figure out how to get across the river there at all.  :>
 
 >cut-off still have a real nasty gander, although surely not the same
 >nasty gander they had 25 years ago.  If I were giving directions to
 >somebody going to some place like Old Abe's, I might very well tell them
 >to go a mile and half past the place with the mean-tempered gander and go
 >straight when the highway turns.
 SB> 
 SB> And there are probably city born and bred folks who don't even know
 SB> what a gander is.
Probably, although my mind has trouble handling the thought.  I remember
when I was a kid, we used to joke about city slickers who thought
chocolate milk came from brown cows.  What was so funny was that we
didn't really believe that anybody could be that ignorant.  I remember
reading not too many years ago about some city kids who didn't even know
that milk comes from cows and sometimes goats--all they'd ever seen was
the plastic jugs and paper cartons, and they had no idea how it got into
the containers.  I'm still not sure if somebody was pulling the public's
leg on that one.
Take care,
Robin
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