Hidee Ho,
As we landed in Boston, MA a wonderful feeling came over me. Speech. Hearing how one talks. It was sobering to see the flag over C19, and then even more so when the plane actually used that very gate to let us depart. Silence filled the plane, a time of reflection of those who died on 9/11.
As the time came to jump into a cab, the driver greeted us with his Boston accent. Or should I say he welcomed us to Baaaahston! What a fabulous ride. He was a story teller and quite the character. He even gave a rendition of a recent passenger who was Scottish.
This encounter brought back the thoughts of our great nation and the collage we as individuals create. Our regional dialects are pieces of this collage. Please think about how each of us add to a beautiful piece of work.
Leaving the Berkshires and off to the North Woods. Many dialects to hear in MA, ME, VT, NH, and RI. I will keep you aware as we travel of our encounters and experiences.
I can smell the Ben and Jerry's!
Blessings to you all,
Uber Professor
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