Marching to the Beat of a Different Drum
I generally don’t like rules that I didn’t create. Some people would call me eclectic. Others would just call me a jerk. It all depends on your perspective.
So imagine what happens when Sheryl and I go to Ridley Creek State Park, start out on the multi-use path, and everyone is walking on the left. “What is this, England?” I say as people come toward me. One of the rules I do like is the “walk the right” rule in the United States. “Jerk,” they say. I can live with it.
Sheryl, on the other hand, is much more cooperative. Adaptable. And she soon picked up the pattern and started walking on the left. (Ahead of me by a good distance, too, because she was embarrassed of me.) She kept telling me that it was protocol to walk on the left. I refused to believe it. Then this sign.
It’s too bad I was born without that Embarrassment Gene. I just moved over to the other side. “Exercising my right to march to the beat of a different drum” I said. I told Sheryl I was channeling my inner Howard (my late father-in-law), who would have been with me on the right. Yep, I’m old enough and I earned it.
After I got an attitude adjustment, we saw some of the sights.
Pennsylvania State Champion Black Oak

Sheryl Shows How Big the Champion Is

This Old House — Like from 1736

Posted on July 19, 2008
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