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A couple of weekends ago I traveled to Corydon, Indiana with a couple of friends. We went to visit a drug store. Why drive 3 hours to a drugs store? Because it’s Butt Drugs, that’s why! One of the locksmiths at work told me about it and how he and his girlfriend now have “I ❤ (heart) Butt Drugs” t-shirts. And because I have the sense of humor of a juvenile boy, I thought it was funny and a good excuse for a road trip.
As it turned out, Corydon is a historic town. It was the first capital of Indiana. So I got a lot more out of the trip than I expected, but it also reminded me of Harry Baals (last name pronounced just like you think, balls, though the family name pronounces it bales). There was much to-do online and among my Facebook friends a few months ago over this former mayor who was in contention to have a government building in Fort Wayne, IN named after him. Despite being a well-respected local politician in the 1930s, the city did not want the ridicule and jokes that would come with using his name.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine who works in a public library posted on Facebook that a patron came up to her and told her that her shirt looked gay. In today’s slang, saying something is gay is meant to be derogatory. However, the lady who said it was older and meant it as a compliment, that my friend’s shirt was bright or lively. She was using the word gay like it would have been used in the 1930s.
I’m by no means an expert on slang, but I think it is interesting how names and words can change their meaning over time. The Butt family who owns the drug store have embraced the comedic aspect that comes with a store called Butt Drugs and probably does a better business than most mom & pop stores that have a more “normal” name attached to their store. And I think it is sad that honorable people with what are now unfortunate names can’t get the recognition due them, such as having a civic building named after them, because current leaders worry about public ridicule.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
Posted in History, Trips
I’ve only been to Yellowstone National Park once, but I loved it. I didn’t get to see the entire park, so I really want to go back.
Yellowstone sits is the states of Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. Located on a caldera, the park is full of beautiful hot springs and geysers, with Old Faithful being the most famous of the geysers.
I don’t think I had ever seen a hot spring before this trip and I know I had never seen a geyser, so to see so many in one location, and how vastly different they look, was amazing.
Some of the hot spring were so blue and clear and very inviting, while other features, like Bacteria Mat were not so pretty. It was really something special to see how active the earth is and how potentially dangerous, too.
One of the many clear blue hot spings in the geyser basins
I know there is a lot more of Yellowstone that I didn’t have time to see during my first trip. I hope sometime soon to get back there and see it all. I’ve been dropping hints that it would make a great graduation gift!
I’ve been at a loss as to what to write about for the letter N in this A-Z Blog Challenge. Then it hit me that I could write a little bit about New Mexico. I’ve never really vacationed there, but I drove through the state quite a bit when I was an over-the-road truck driver.
I remember the drives on I-40 through New Mexico as being very peace and uneventful, which is a good thing when you’re driving a big, heavy truck. There was little traffic, except for Albuquerque.
One of our fuel stops was in a city called Tucumcari (pronounced TOO-kum-kair-ee). I always thought that was a fun word to say and one of the stories about how the city got its name is sort of bittersweet. I saw it on a postcard I found at the truck stop there:
The two finest warriors of an Apache tribe that made their home at the mountain met in combat to determine who would succeed their dying Chief Wautonomah. The survivor would also win the hand of the chief’s daughter, Kari. Tocom, the brave loved by Kari, was slain by Tonopah in the battle. Overcome with grief and rage, Kari seized her knife, killed Tonopah and took her own life. Heartbroken at this tragic turn of events, the old chief stabbed himself, crying out as he died, “Tocom-Kari, Tocom-Kari.” This story is what became known as “The Legend of Tucumcari.
My first time stopping in New Mexico