Zak ONeill
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Me attempting to entertain, and hopefully, tell a good tale every now and then.
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Miles, Not Hours
Once upon a time, there was a Scottish man walking into my bar, asking for a pint of Guinness. I'm sure there are better starts for a joke like this, but this is a true story for me. The gentleman was on the wiser side of age, and told me his lifelong dream was to travel from LA, California to Miami, Florida on his motorcycle. He stopped along his travels to the bar I tended, fortunately. Making conversation, he made an observation about subtle differences between an American's vs. Scottish fellow's lifestyle. Nothing too drastic, but the one difference sticking out to me the most was how we differ on measuring distance. I thought he was referring to the classical 'mile' vs. 'kilometer' argument, but he caught me by surprise. He asked how far was the nearest city. Instinctively, I said about an hour or so of driving, and that's exactly what he wanted to hear from me. "When did we start measuring journeys by time, and rid ourselves of miles AND kilometers?" He had a chuckle with his beer, and could see it in my eyes how right he was. I journeyed to Virginia Beach to see a Hozier concert with time ahead of me, but the trip home carried distance.
By Zak ONeill2 years ago in Wander
Storm Valley
Just a walk. A few steps here and a few steps there. Trying to get from point A to point B. There is always a destination for travelers; Pioneers, Son. We are pioneers and we are the unsettled. We are the children who cannot sit still, and are labeled a disease. Many fights are in your future son.
By Zak ONeill2 years ago in Fiction
