The other day, while perusing a whole lot of travel blogs and websites to come up with post ideas, I noticed (or I should say, re-noticed) that when Pennsylvania in concerned, the large majority of writers break up the state into three parts: Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and “The Amish.” Now, I’m not hear to disagree with
Category: Forest City PA
My last two posts were basically an extended lament about leaving Lancaster and returning to the NEPA motherland. I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea. While I am genuinely sad about leaving Lancaster, I’m not necessarily upset to be returning home. Sure, Lancaster has a lot of things Northeastern PA doesn’t. For one thing,
Whenever the topic of “Pennsylvania food” comes up you hear about cheesesteaks, Philly “wudder” ice, soft pretzels, Pennsylvania Dutch scrapple and whoopie pies, Lebanon bologna, and Pittsburgh’s Primanti Brothers French fry topped sandwiches (although as an aside: my brother who lives in Pittsburgh, speaks very low of this establishment). That’s all well and good and I’m not going
I grew up in semi-rural North Eastern Pennsylvania (NEPA), on a tiny blip on the map called Browndale. I usually have to tell people I’m from Forest City, a slightly larger speck on the map known for being the starting spot of the Steamtown Marathon, having what the Forest City News thinks is the largest memorial to
Growing up in NEPA, summertime always meant picnic season. If you want to know the ins and outs of what exactly it is and what picnics are still occurring check out my post from last summer, but in the meantime, here’s the abridged version: NEPA has a long history of volunteer fire departments and various (mostly) Catholic
“What do you like better, Christmas or Wedding Season?” “The answer would be, um, Picnic Season?” Picnic season in NEPA is a big deal. It’s a dying deal, but still a big deal nonetheless, and something that, to me, defines summertime and growing up. Every summer, for as long as I can remember, weekends were dominated
It’s currently 99 degrees in Lancaster. It’s 10:50 in the morning. I like hot weather, but this is borderline not ok. I considered driving the two hours to NEPA for some pool action, but my mother informed me it is still brown. I now will not return to NEPA until I hear reports of crystal clear water
I feel like it’s officially summer now. Even though I got out of school on June 8th, last week was spent grading papers, cleaning out my classroom, and then traveling first to good old NEPA for some errands/appointments. This weekend was spent in Philly for my sister’s graduation from Drexel. Not a ton to report
I’m sitting here typing completely exhausted and sore in places I never expected to be sore, all because I partook in a yoga class this morning. My uncle and cousins have been attending weekly yoga classes at Studio Be in Forest City, PA (I’m home for Christmas) and have been trying to get me to
PA Weekend Fun 
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