This blog title is inspired by my dear friend with whom I’ve done a healthy share of traveling and merry making. No matter where our adventures led, we always took our sense of humor and bits of useless knowledge to keep things light.
One of the useless entertainment bits that has followed us across the globe is our trucker lingo. We took it upon ourselves to learn the entire phonetic alphabet (alpha, bravo, charlie, delta, echo, etc.) and some helpful phrases.
“Hey there Big Bopper, you’d better brush yer teeth and comb yer hair. We got a bear in the air over the big slab.” Something of this nature was among the favorites. It translates to: Make sure you’re not speeding or doing anything else illegal as there’s a police helicopter flying above the highway. And of course, you must say it with your thickest trucker accent (whatever that sounds like).
On our Florida Keys kayak trip in 2003, we picked up one other bit of lingo that hasn’t escaped my vernacular yet. “What’s your 20?” Translated, it simply means, what’s your location? Or, even more informally, where are you? Today, it’s used mostly via cell phone when I’m trying to locate someone in a parking lot or shopping center; somewhere easy to get lost or misled among the masses. A quick call is made, you ask for their 20, and you’ve found your place again.
Although I know there are no masses on my blog to get lost in – I have no great following to speak of – I wanted to offer my 20 to anyone who might stop by on occasion. In case, among the masses of other entertaining blogs, there were a few people who found my musings… amusing. In my most recent post I mentioned that the face of THIS blog was changing. In fact, I was wrong. I’ve chosen to begin a new blog. I want to keep this chapter separate.
So, for my 20, if you’re interested in a visit, please stop by meganmusephotography.wordpress.com. That’s my 20. It would be good to see you there.
whiskers-in-a-beard… over and out.