But you can't take the States out of her.
London has an amazing bead shop. Big wooden orbs and sparkly crystal gems and pieces of sandstone smoothed out and as big as a Kennedy half-dollar. The selection is enough to make your head whirl, and so that's why I try to make it to this bead shop whenever I'm lucky enough to visit this fine city.
So there we were, me and D-Money, combing through the trays and trays of ceramic fruit beads and Venetian painted glass designs when I was overcome by a tradition more familiar back home.
The song was Hang On Sloopy.
It poured out of the speakers at the bead shop, reminding my brain of football games and fun Buckeye weddings and cheers on the dance floor at McFaddens in downtown Cincinnati.
We were in London, England - just west of Seven Dials - when D and I broke into the O-H-I-O cheer.
The second time the chorus came around Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on... I actually did the O-H-I-O cheer WITH the hand gestures.
It wasn't quite the Shoe, but I am sure any true Buckeye fan would have been just as proud to see our Scarlet and Gray pride.
Now, what are the chances I'll hear My Old Kentucky Home over here?