The Poorly-Read Librarian

Apparently, I'm no longer tired. Second wind? Ready? Go. Here are a few more favorites: At Little Round Top. Paris was still waking up from her miniature nap in the car. Brea and Paris at Devil's Den. Paris, struggling with a mozarella cheesestick at Friendly's. So good. A potentially artsy picture at the Letterkenny Reservoir (less artsy when you look at a larger version), which is near.... ...my uncle's wonderfully creepy cabin, which I love. (It's mostly only creepy because we were there alone; it's much better with family and food.) A cool sign in New York, in honor of my niece Paris, who is learning that her name belongs to more than just her individual self. It was a good week.

I've been meaning to post some pictures from my adventures with Laura Fox a few weeks ago. We took a train to New York City, and I totally feel city-savvy now that I know my way around the Big Apple. We also went to my uncle's cabin, Gettysburg, Cowan's Gap, and we drove around Amish country for slightly longer than planned. I don't get lost; I just drive until I end up on a road I recognize. Here is a summary of the week in words and pictures: Thank you, Harrisburg's Penn Station, for making such a phenomenal first impression. The mob bosses are meeting to discuss the bodies in the trunk, witnessed from the 86th floor of the Empire State Building. In honor of "In the Heights", I totally took "the A train, even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain, get off at 181st and take the escalator, I hope you're writin' this down, I'm gonna test you later." It's an elevator, not an escalator, Usnavi, get it right. So...