Monthly Archives: August 2011

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We got caught in a thunderstorm on the way home from Lancaster and spent an hour crawling or fully stopped on the Schuylkill Expressway. Though I was antsy to get home, it was oddly beautiful.

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Anyone need a vintage fondue pot? If so, I recommend paying a visit to the thrift shop in New Holland, PA that is not the Reuzit Shop (sadly, I cannot remember the name. We went to a lot of thrift stores this trip). They were $5 a piece.

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98Shady Maple. It’s a gigantic smorgasbord, with steam table after steam table full of classics like mashed potatoes, house-smoked sausages and shreds of tender pot roast. I feel a little bit like an ugly American when I go there, but not enough to stay away. We went twice this trip, once for breakfast and once for dinner.

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Lancaster’s Book Worm Frolic. Tables upon tables full of cheap, used books. Our shared idea of heaven. I really did marry the right man.

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Gettysburg was so much more than I anticipated. I’ve never been much of a Civil War buff, but this made it more real and heart-wrenching that I’ve ever understood it to be.

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Wheatland, President Buchanan’s home. I never knew he was from Pennsylvania until Scott started researching things to do on this trip.

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First night of vacation. After a day of teaching classes, hustling to get out of town and finally getting to our hotel, all I had energy to photograph was this wacky bar of soap in the hotel bathroom.