There are geographical peculiarities about every place. And vocabulary peculiarities that go along with it.
The title of this song probably doesn’t mean anything special, or particular, to someone from, say, Butte, Montana.
But I was on a Steamship Authority bus, just about to get off at the Woods Hole terminal, to go back to the Island on a hot August day, when this song came on the bus driver’s iPod, which he was running through the radio speakers.
“Good song for tourist season,” I said, and we both smiled.
Literally thousands of people will come off that bus, hop on a boat, buzz around our Island for a day and head back to the mainland, unaware that many a local is humming a familiar, catchy Beatles riff at them as they buzz on by.
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