Pennsylvania

 We made it to New York, and promptly left for Pennsylvania.  We got to Ed and Nancy's place and went straight to bed since we'd up since midnight.  We crashed.  

On Wednesday morning we went to the Farmer's Market.  We had the best sausage sandwich ever and a whoopie pie.   We stopped in little villages that have were settled in the 1700s, we drove all over the county and saw the sights, we went antiquing.

We ran into traffic jams.  And it was laundry day on the farm.

 

  After a busy day of sightseeing we  went home and sat by the pool for a glass of wine and some scrap booking.  Smash book time and lots of laughs. 

 Nancy was a little excited about her ashtray.  She instantly knew that it was an image of our Grandpa.

 We had a delicious dinner at the Ed and Nancy's place, and then sat around and visited and laughed.

It should have just ended right there.  Everyone should have just gone to bed.

But no.  Ed and Nancy told us about their fire hall.  It isn't tax funded.  It's fun funded.  We had to go and see for ourselves.  They have a bar in their fire station.  It's called Hooky, as in hooks and ladders.  Oh yes, there is beer, gambling and a pool table and other games.  The gambling is high stakes, it's playing for cakes.  As in twinkies and hohos and ding dongs.  Ed is a member so we used his card and tried not to bring shame to his name.

 Okay, it gets better.

They sell bread!  In the bar!  It the firehouse!  So, if you are sitting at the bar and realize you don't have a thing in the house for breakfast to feed the kids or you don't have bread for the sandwiches for school lunches you can grab some bread or bagels.  No worries, you're golden, grab a loaf of bread at the bar before you head for home.  Oh, and it's a buck a loaf.  So, it's not like you have to spend your beer money on the bread, it's cheap.  And it's all for a good cause.

We had a lot of fun at the Hook.  It's a brilliant, easy way to fund the fire fighters.

Thus concludes day one.  Stay tuned for more.