When you are out in public spaces, (most often your local farmer's market and/or auction, diner, luncheonette, or fire company social quarters) somewhere in south central Pennsylvania, and you notice you are being watched by an old man who does nothing more than give you a barely perceptible nod (perhaps squinting a bit as well), letting you know you are "O.K." and accepted.
"hey man you sure we are gonna be ok walking into this place? It looks rough."
"Yeah man, that old dude gave me the Dutch Nod walking in"
"Really??? That guy gave me the finger!!"
"Well then.... you're fucked"
The small nod of the head by a remote location news reporter just before the speaker begins.
The new reporter, Tim Andrews, gave three news nods before launching in to his report on the storm damage.
“You see terry he’s nod walking”
“Nod walking??”
“Yeah he’s fucked up”
Exhausted after a long day, I drifted off to the land of Nod as soon as my head hit the pillow.