Years ago, my roommate invited me over for Thanksgiving.
The ride from Penn State to Lancaster was a long but memorable one.
Years have gone by. While Western consciousness has yet turned East, its consumption certainly has.
I couldn’t even imagine the scenario myself over cranberry sauce and sweet potato back then.
The take away: season comes and season goes. But the kindness displayed to strangers at that table wasn’t going to fade away that easily. I read somewhere that PA was one of the States in the Union where people tend to stay put (less internal migration).
Harrisburg was having…
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