Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Y'all come
When I was growing up on a farm in Texas and guests were leaving the common thing to say was, "Y'all come back to see us when you can." Like Australians, we tended to shorten expressions, so this one would get whittled down to the minimal: "Y'all come."
Two years ago, my wife and I got on a plane at the Dallas-Fort Worth (DFW) airport and began a move to a new life in a new hemisphere on a new continent, a leap that one website I checked says is 8,333 miles. Dallas to Brisbane: a neat 8,333 miles, and in a southwesterly direction, from the perspective of a Texan. Before long, we learned to drive on the wrong side of the road, saw our first 'roos in the wild, and started eating "brekkie" instead of breakfast. We also discovered that Aussies often use the word "reckon," which pleased me because I thought that was a term restricted to Texas.
We love this Land of Oz and I continue to write about that, now and again, but I've moved most of my attention to a new site. It's www.twotexansdownunder.com
I reckon you know what I'm going to say next. Yep. Y'all come!
-- Bob
Two years ago, my wife and I got on a plane at the Dallas-Fort Worth (DFW) airport and began a move to a new life in a new hemisphere on a new continent, a leap that one website I checked says is 8,333 miles. Dallas to Brisbane: a neat 8,333 miles, and in a southwesterly direction, from the perspective of a Texan. Before long, we learned to drive on the wrong side of the road, saw our first 'roos in the wild, and started eating "brekkie" instead of breakfast. We also discovered that Aussies often use the word "reckon," which pleased me because I thought that was a term restricted to Texas.
We love this Land of Oz and I continue to write about that, now and again, but I've moved most of my attention to a new site. It's www.twotexansdownunder.com
I reckon you know what I'm going to say next. Yep. Y'all come!
-- Bob
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