Book Review: I’m Not Hanging Noodles on Your Ears
There’s a funny little saying I learned early on in my time in Austria: “It’s sausage to me.” It means, essentially, “Whatever, I don’t care.” It’s not in Jag Bhalla’s wacky collection of regionalisms, I’m Not Hanging Noodles on Your Ears and Other Intriguing Idioms From Around the World , but lots of other linguistic …
Going to the Sun Road
Glacier National Park knocks the breath right out of you and replaces it with sheer wonder.
Teddy’s Advice
[This post is available as a podcast, too. Give it a whirl. Props go to Kelly for her hilarious description of the standoffish buffalo as “the Seattle-ites of the animal kingdom” – I’ve poached a bit of that below.] I met Teddy Roosevelt in the North Dakota Badlands. Actually, to be more precise, we were …
You’re Not From Around Here
They all turned and looked when we walked into the diner. It wasn’t unfriendly, I think they just wanted to see who we were. We weren’t the neighbors or the shopkeeper’s kids or that guy’s wife, the one he brought in from Billings, we weren’t anyone, so the entire place, which stopped, for a blink …
Fort Belknap, Montana
It’s not completely abandoned. Even though the arched windows and doors of the church are covered with plywood, there’s a hand written cardboard sign nailed to the fence. “Please keep the cemetery neat. Garbage pickup is on [too blurry from water damage to read].” The air is cold and the sky is blue. There wind …