And the old man says, “That’s okay, I’ll standI might look like a little old man to youBut I’ve been riding this bus for years and years and yearsI don’t even know where it’s going to”And the driver says, “You don’t know where this bus is going to?”Old man says, “No, I don’t, do you?”Driver says, “you don’t know where this bus is going to?”Old man says, “I just want it to get me throughHey, I’m staying on the ride, it’s gonna take me somewhereStaying on the ride, it’s gonna take me somewhereSomewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere”Patty Griffin—Stay on the Ride
I think the city in Washington is Spo – can. However, in the Missouri Ozarks, we have Spo – cane. We also have Ne – vay – da and other strange pronunciations.
The only time I have ever encountered the word ‘copse’ is from the descriptions of the Battle of Gettysburg. In Picket’s charge, some Confederates were able to take shelter behind a copse of trees on their way up Cemetery Hill. Every account of the battle calls it a ‘copse’ of trees, perhaps repeating each other after a while. I’ve never seen the term used anywhere else.
Calvin getting philosophical.