The Outskirts of Suburbia

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Lancaster City Bureau of Fire, Station 1

Lancaster City Bureau of Fire, Station 1, 425 West King Street, Lancaster, Pa. Lancaster County Station 64. The volunteer fire service in Lancaster dates back to the 1760's with The Union Fire Company, the Sun Fire Company and The Friendship Fire Company. The paid department in Lancaster was approved by the city on December 21, 1881 and then commenced operations in February 1882. The current station 1 was built in 1970, prior to that they were housed just up the block, at 411 West King Street, in what is now the Lancaster Opera Workshop.

Friday, February 09, 2018

Gus & Gus Place

Gus & Gus Place (since 1956)

Rehoboth Beach, Delaware

January 2018

Thursday, February 08, 2018

Assateague Channel

Chincoteague Island, Virginia

December 2017

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

Cairns Everywhere

Bar Harbor, Maine

July 2009

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Lavender

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute,

It's a mad dog's promenade,

So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all.

New York City Serenade, Bruce Springsteen, 1973

Monday, February 05, 2018

It's Like Groundhog Day Everyday

A 3 hour drive was turned into a nearly 5 hour drive after being stuck in the snow on the road over the mountain (because some fool "couldn't drive in the snow"). Followed by a 50 mile drive at 25 MPH. Hotel check in at midnight... check out at 4 AM. Another 40 miles in the falling snow (and temperatures). School bus ride from Wally World to Gobbler's Knob. Then wait. Some sort of corny karaoke, talent show on stage to pass the time. By this time it's 11 degrees with a -5 degree wind chill and more snow. Fireworks coming up and out of the surrounding woods in the falling snow (a definite highlight). Finally time to march the rodent to his stump. Yank him out and let those of us, not completely frozen or buried in a snow drift, that there would be 6 more weeks of winter. Then the sprint, and free for all to get back on the bus. (by far the lowest point of the trip). Back to Wally by 830 and time to look for some breakfast. Hindsight is still processing...