6/29/24 – zebra
I didn’t go to the zoo like you musta, Carol (and I totally knew you would!) but I remembered my father calling crosswalks “zebra crossings.” Neither my husband nor my friend Justin (who I rode with today) had heard of that. Alan (husb) said maybe Jon (father) had made it up. Nope, that wasn’t Jon’s style.
He was really into language and culture, though. It must be British, I decided. And lo and behold, when I looked it up I found this:
Sooooo here’s my entry. There are 3 visible zebra crossings in this pic, and that white pickup is on a 4th.
This was at the Smithsonian Folklife Festival today.
I often feel ย bursts of gratitide to my father (who taught me how to ride a bike after all!) and today’s entry, too, is thanks to him ๐