While riding the Heritage Rail Trail in York City with Henergy-on-Wheels™, yours truly noticed a sight that took him back to his undergrad days when life was carefree and Weezer came Undone. Back in those days I had an interest in Scandanavia, which eventually led to 4 trips to Iceland and some really great friends.
But before that first trip, I came across a bi-lingual book of Norwegian poetry at college: Twenty Contemporary Norwegian Poets. One poem that caught my fancy was “Antennaskog”. Skog is Norwegian for forest, and the imagery conjured up in that one word alone of rooftops blanketed by antennas, the progress of communication, and the alienation of individuals transcended language. The word has stuck in my mind ever since.
It’s a word I finally got to share with my son upon turning a bend in the trail and seeing:
Who would have thought that after 30 years it would make utter sense to use the word antennaskog in small town America?
Pedal on……
