Horse A Piece

When traveling to different areas, whether that be in the state, country, or continent there is always a different in speech. There are numerous different ways to word the same thing. An instance I came across recently was Tic Tac Toe. In other countries it is called by other names. (For other information please reference a RadioLab Podcast Mapping Tic Tac Toe-dom or my commentary on the Podcast here.)

While I was younger my family and I would go out to eat every Saturday. We would have to decide where we were eating hopefully before leaving the house. In some instances we would decide while driving (usually because I had objected to every restaurant someone had suggested).

Once the restaurant is decided there is the discussion of which way shall we go to get there. This discussion usually comes up when traveling to Perkins. The only Perkins in our area is on the other side of a lake/river (depending on where you are). This then involves driving around it on the south side or the north side.

My dad would be driving and we would get near the stoplight where we would have to choose which direction to go, dad would ask, “Which way do you want to go?” Generally my sibling or I would reply, “It’s a horse a piece.”

This phrase has been common in my family forever. I have heard it since I was little and it is easily understandable. But since I have moved to Iowa for college I have started to notice that everyone is confused when I say it. I will often here “six of one half dozen of the other” coming from people instead. This phrase is completely lost by me, I understand it but can never remember the correct words or how they are organized in the phrase.

I guess it is a horse a piece either way.

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It is funny how one can find memories in the strangest locations.

Home | Maine, WI

After my mother got re-married my step father started to redo the basement. Instead of an open space he created a bedroom for my sister and I as well as a bathroom. This was around 2004-2005. We (my sister and I) were involved with certain decisions, such as paint colors. While the bathroom was under construction there was the selection of what tile. We chose a white tile with small blue diamond shapes to match the blue on the wall. My step dad even put a heating system underneath the cold tile floor.

Star Bar | Des Moines, IA

The photo above I recently took while at Star Bar in Des Moines. The floor of the women’s bathroom. It is the exact same flooring in our bathroom at home besides the black grout (ours was white).

Strange that the grout gave the floor a completely different feeling. Besides that it isn’t as pretty/clean as the floor at home. The white grout and it’s ability to match the white squares made it blend, creating smoother/cleaner lines. The black grout makes it look dirty. Yet there was still a feeling of excitement, but I wouldn’t walk around on that floor barefoot.