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

That’s a Big Tree

This Old House — Like from 1736

Tangled Roots

Posted on July 19, 2008
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Comments

  • Ah. Moni, another reason I like you. Yep, every other place we go, we walk on the right and people pass on the left. (And bicyclists say, "On your left!" just like normal.) I felt like I was in some weird parallel universe. Now my attitude is corrected.
  • Looks like a cool place! I don't blame you for being slightly irritated. I would be too because it seems kind of standard to stay to the right while others pass on the left.
  • Msinformation, thanks! Frank's World is a strange place...some like it, some don't.

    BMIML, you're right. Fortunately, they recognize a nutbag when they see one.

    Mark, thanks for that. It was a good day. We're going back there a lot.

    Pinky Bear, thank you. That makes my day.
  • Cool tree! You look great Frank!
  • Great photos, Frank! Looks like a fun day.
  • I'm amazed you weren't mowed down by an overzealous cyclist!
  • I think it's fascinating that you remain a real individual even while taking the road well traveled. You are who you are! I love Frank's World.
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