Monday, August 30, 2004 AD Yankee Hospitality Back in December when I visited Alabama, the directions were a bit confusing right at the end, so I got lost just a few turns from my friends' house. I asked for directions at one gas station and ended up driving in a circle, so I stopped to ask at the next gas station and a kind gentleman not only "Bless your heart"ed me, but drove out of his way to guide me to the turn I needed to make.
Everyone said, "See! The South is better than the north!"
Well, my mother recently had houseguests who didn't plan their trip very well and ended up trying to find her house late at night. Hint: Don't try to find my mother's house for the first time after dark. You won't. And at half past midnight, nothing in rural New Hampshire is open. Nothing. So it was a blessing that they just happened to find some folks pulling into their driveway at that hour, and stopped and asked for directions. They learned that they were about 20 minutes away from Mom's, and since these folks knew the area pretty well, they drove all the way, leading my mom's friends practically to her doorstep.
And that's what "Yankee" means to me! ;-) Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 8/30/2004 09:21:00 PM
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