Sometimes I like being sore. Not like, so-painful-you-can’t-function-properly sore, but that sort of good sore you sometimes wake up with the day after physically exerting yourself more than usual. I like the good sore that comes with big day hikes and lengthy cross-country skies, or that I’m-sore-in-places-I-didn’t-know-I-could-be-sore-in feeling that comes after trying something new like
Tag: Scranton
Last week I wrote about a negative story about revisiting the past. It was about looking back on something that I wasn’t fond of, but ultimately though might’ve made me a better person. Today I’m also going to write about revisiting the past again, but about revisiting a happy time. I’m going to be writing
A friend of mine was in town this past weekend for a conference, and was staying at the Hilton in downtown Scranton. I met her there Friday after work, and on my across the lobby came across this sight for sore eyes: A couple of superficial observations before we continue. Where is Michael Scott, obviously
I try to remain as apolitical as possible here on my blog, but it was hard to remain apolitical during the election, and becoming increasingly hard now, just in life, where it seems every choice or conversation can trigger some sort of debate, or side drawn. I in no way, shape, or form supported, or
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
Three years ago my brother introduced me to Jerrod Nieman’s “One More Drinking Song” and I quickly became obsessed. A few weeks later I saw the music video and became newly obsessed with the bike-like contraption he’s singing on around downtown Nashville. I found that it’s a vehicle known as a pedicycle (also known/marketed as pedal
I was doing a little bit of a mini northern tier tour last weekend with my dad. He got a mid-life crisis BMW convertible so we took it up north to the Orson Inn and Lakewood Lodge where we got some wings. We were on the same barhopping schedule as a group of guys ATVing
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’m sitting here in my parents living room in good old Upper Browndale Pennsylvania. It’s 9AM (it’s also Thursday, June 26th-rest assured I won’t get this published till sometime in July). I’m making eggs and drinking a Guinness and trying to figure out what red, white and blue outfit I should be wearing to Scranton to watch the
Last year around this time I decided to “celebrate” my 100th blog post by coming up with a list of “100 Things to do in Pennsylvania.” It ended up being much easier than I anticipated, which is good considering that one of my main purposes of my site is to celebrate and explore all the things do within our own
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