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In town for just one night and tomorrow morning, I met up with some old friends. I went to college with some of them, like Joe and Tony. Others, like Joe's girlfriend and Tony's wife, I met in the few years I was living in Lawrenceville.

Few things illustrate our tendency to consume without regard for consequece like the piles of dried-up Christmas trees dropped off at the parks around New York City.

Pap's wooden Jesus, typically on display on the lawn, has had (and shows) lots of wear. I have no idea how old this thing is. 

This year's visit to Beaver Falls brought some surprises. Grandpa Bob gave us photos of his wife, my grandmother, from what we guess are her high school days – she looks young in them. It's hard to say when they're from.

This post goes out to Ron. My beliefs haven't changed, I and know yours haven't either, but I think everybody ought to get a chance to escape their past.

Anxious to go back to Pittsburgh, I waited 45 minutes in line at the Williamsburg Post Office to get this package. The Postal Service is just not quite as efficient here as it is there.