This one is a bit different than the previous one. Some years ago, our youngest daughter and I were visiting Charleston, SC. After strolling around a bit and having lunch we decided to take a carriage ride around Old Town Charleston. I recalled seeing a young lady on a street corner a couple of blocks back, that was selling tickets for the ride. After a customer paid for the tickets, she would radio up to the starting point, to save seats for the new customers.
We walked back along the main street, and as we crossed the side street by the ticket seller, I noticed 3 ladies starting to cross the main street, heading for the same corner. This is the background or set-up for the story.
I asked the ticket lady the price, and that we’d like two tickets. She gave me the information. As she spoke, I noticed that her accent didn’t sound quite Southern. “You’re not from down here, are you,” I commented. She replied, “No, I’m from Boston”.
By this time the three ladies are right there with us. One lady chirps, “My dear, I’m from Boston, too”. Now, I’m not a linguist, but I do recognize some accents and or dialects. Looking at the lady, I comment, “You’re not originally from Boston, though. Where was home?” “No place you ever heard of,” she replies.
“Try me. You never know,” I come back. I don’t remember the progression, but somehow we got to New York. Quiz determined it was not New York city, but upstate. Every time during this entire conversation, her answer was “No.” And when I asked where, she came back with “No place you ever heard of.”
I don’t really know why I was so persistent, other than there was something about her speech, and no one seemed to be disturbed by my/our stubbornness. Anyway, I worked my way upstate to my stomping grounds of the Albany area. I got to the Guilderland area, and received a “Yes” followed by the now expected, “No place you ever heard of.” when I inquired, “Where in Guilderland?”
Narrowing it down to Westmere, I then asked what road; and finally got a response of Johnson Road. Those of you who know the area, know that Johnson Road runs for a couple of miles or so, and then turns into Normanskill Rd. Anyway, I took a long shot – “Do you know the ‘K…..’s?” A split second of silence, and a look like she had just won a millon dollars, and was going to faint. “Oh my goddd! My next door neighbors.”
You think this is quirky? Wait until you see Part 3!!!!