I grew up in Indiana and my move to the big city required several adjustments. Sure, I missed trees, grass, and birds (pigeons don’t count) but the two things stand out to me as the hardest ever.
First, I hate daylight savings time. Sure the extra hour of sleep in the fall is nice but losing an hour of sleep in the spring, ARGH!!! The human body was not meant to change times at a drop of the hat (or according to some bureaucrats whimsy).
Second, I miss Dyngus Day. This day is huge back home. It’s as close as you can get to being an offical holiday without, well you know, actually being an official holiday.
“In Poland, Hungary, Slovakia, and the Czech Republic traditionally, early in the morning boys awake girls by pouring a bucket of water on their head and striking them about the legs with long thin twigs or switches made from willow, birch or decorated tree branches…”
You get the point, even with the horrible english. Pouring water, switches. Such a wonderful holiday. In Poland, this has evolved into a water fight between the “youngens” with perpetrators sneaking attacks on unsuspecting victims with buckets, water guns, and water balloons. But rest assured, the beautiful state of Indiana is much more sophisticated in their celebration of this holiday.
Instead, we prefer to pour buckets of water and take switches to our local politicians. Yep, you heard it here people, it’s the official launch of the primary campaign season.
So get out your sausage, beer, and votes. It’s time to celebrate Dyngus Day!
The original title of this post stank. So I changed it. Now it’s slightly better.