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The web page is a humorous article about misunderstanding American expressions.

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The article titled "#334 — DEAD OR ALIVE: American Expressions I Don’t Understand, Part 2" is a light-hearted piece that explores the confusion caused by some American expressions. The author humorously misinterprets phrases such as "hit the streets" and "in the nick of time," suggesting that hitting with feet should be called kicking and questioning which Nick the phrase refers to, respectively. The article also includes a rant about changes in the author's neighborhood and a note about the publication's status.

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  • The article is part of a series about misunderstanding American expressions.
  • The author humorously misinterprets the phrase "hit the streets," suggesting it should mean kicking.
  • The author questions the phrase "in the nick of time," wondering which Nick it refers to.
  • The author includes a rant about changes in their neighborhood, expressing frustration about the loss of natural spaces.
  • The article ends with a note about the publication's status, stating that they will publish a story every 24 hours as long as they can.
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#334 — DEAD OR ALIVE

American Expressions I Don’t Understand, Part 2

The first is from Victor Cardenas’ submission to the January “Deluded Custodians” challenge.

HIT THE STREETS

Victor Cardenas: I stepped outside and hit the streets. With my feet.

Ann James: If you hit something, do you not do it with your hands? If you hit with your feet, it’s kicking.

IN THE NICK OF TIME

Which Nick?!

Nick Cage?

St. Nick? Asking Medium’s own Santa Claus, currently rehabbing on the moon. Can you please mansplain this to me?

https://readmedium.com/santa-picks-his-favorite-letter-ef77273abf44 Santa Claus’ art

Stevie Nicks?

THE MORE THINGS CHANGE, THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME.

Bull pies! (An Irish expression). I first saw it used by Martin French who is Irish. My best friend in high school’s last name was Ireland. She was Scottish.

Irregardless, the more things change, the more they change. Period.

When we moved to Carson City, Nevada, our first house was two blocks from an open field. More than a square mile of sagebrush-strewn hills, a swamp, a cemetery, and the Villa Basque Cafe.

We took the kids and dogs out there to play all the time. Sledding in winter and running around in the brush in summer. Our Golden Retriever’s favorite spot was the swamp — the mucky, stinky swamp.

Before we moved to our second house, a field of cottonwood trees had been cleared and apartments went up, one housing development, then another and another. Ironically, the last one was the ritziest and also the closest to the Wal Mart. Go figure. Then Home Depot, a strip mall, another strip mall. Now a freeway runs through it. The parking lots and what’s left of the open field is strewn with trash and debris. It’s ugly.

-Rant over-

Thanks to Nichola Scurry for asking for a part 2.

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