Life in Pennsyltucky, An Occasional Series

Neighbor, I don’t believe Joe Biden will be visiting our fair burgh so you can have hot monkey sex — no doubt Jill would object — but if that’s your thing, who am I to judge? Seriously, though, it wasn’t Joe Biden who stole top secret nuclear secrets and kept them in bankers boxes atContinue reading “Life in Pennsyltucky, An Occasional Series”

The Stories That Can’t Be Known

On Friday, going to Lancaster for the baseball game, I took the route to Lancaster I rarely take — the back road route to Hallam and Route 30. The intersection of Lombard and Freysville Road is awful, and I’m not sure that that’s even the worst intersection on the route. I wouldn’t let my parentsContinue reading “The Stories That Can’t Be Known”

A Day at the Park

Only two weeks ago there was snow. Today, it reached 75 degrees. And, since it was a Thursday — and thus, my weekly department conference call — I decided the best way to take that conference call was at the park up the street. No, literally. It’s up the street. It’s five blocks (I justContinue reading “A Day at the Park”

Early January

I’m working out of Diamond’s offices this week — publishing deadlines. I happened to walk through the lobby area yesterday, and what did I find? A Christmas tree. Even though there’s only a small staff — less than twenty most days — on site, even though almost no one would see it, they still putContinue reading “Early January”

A Mid-19th-Century View of Harrisburg

While poking around on the Internet this afternoon, I found something that would excite me — a bird’s eye view painting of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, done by an artist for Edward Sachse’s company in 1855. Sasche is an artist I’ve mentioned before in conjunction with my family genealogy — he did bird’s eye view maps ofContinue reading “A Mid-19th-Century View of Harrisburg”