Speaking in tongues
A co-worker told me about plans to go camping or fishing or something with a fellow who used to work with us.
I didn’t know this guy well, but got along with him fine. Once while doing a story on summer camp, we spent the night in a cabin that also housed a couple of the boys who were counselors.
My then-colleague, a photographer, talked in his sleep. In Swedish.
It was not a bother. It was interesting, actually. Reminded me of a college roommate I had who was a member of the Navajo tribe. He occasionally vocalized while asleep, and I couldn’t understand any of that either .
Anyway, thinking of my former co-worker this week made me wonder.
On a typical night in the Inland Northwest, how many people talking in their sleep are speaking a language other than English?
I don’t know how we would arrive at an answer. But in a place that tends to view itself as pretty monochromatic, I’ll bet the truth is surprisingly colorful.
* This story was originally published as a post from the blog "The Slice." Read all stories from this blog