




5 degrees. It was 5 degrees when I got out of my truck this morning. By sunrise it was the mustache-icicles bothering me more than the nose nipping. And my feet when numb soon after that. Yesterday brought the first measurable snow to the area, about 4" here, the snow and clear skies made for a beautiful, but cold morning in the woods. I just love mornings like this. Crystal clear, like you can see forever. Of course days like this are better appreciated 3 pairs of pants, 4 shirts and a coat.


Unbeknownst to Mr. F. J. Althouse, the Druggist, he and his building are Painted Gentleman No. 37. Of course his building is now a chicken shack and his neighborhood rates high on the pucker-factor scale for someone who is as ethnically neutral as I am, even so, my camera and I walked with a purpose among the other characters out enjoying the afternoon. Crown Fried Chicken is on the northwest corner of Market Street and 13th Street in the Mount Pleasant area (I think) of Harrisburg, PA. Obviously the grafifittist did their work before the adjoining building was demolished, but it still adds a little personal touch to the Real Thing. I'll bet there are more of these hidden in Harrisburg and every other town I drive through. I'll have to keep my eyes open.


