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Day -1: July 22, 2004 Just a Work Day |
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Day -1: July 22, 2004 Just a Work Day |
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I'll admit that ball fields, breweries, and boats are fun, but I made
absolutely zero progress on my mission. Then it got worse. I started the
day with a dumb mistake so that it took much appreciated help from the
home office just to get back to zero. That remained the score for most of
the day but a break through near day's end suddenly moved things to
"almost working" status. Things were actually looking quite
promising when I left the plant and that change in tone continued as I
headed back towards the motel.
The route between motel and work site includes several miles of PA-14. In the morning, I could sense that I was surrounded by scenic views but heavy fog hid much of it. The fog was now long gone and that scenery very apparent. and included a nice example of some advertising from a Mail Pouch competitor. Even a construction delay didn't seem much of a problem. |
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At the motel, there was more evidence that my luck had turned. On Tuesday,
the Hampton had been filled so I had stayed at their "sister"
motel, an Econo-Lodge. Today, I not only got a room but, as the weekly
"manager's party" was in progress, could relax immediately with
a "free" Yuengling lager. Eventually, I headed out for dinner. I
was now only about three blocks from the Bull Frog Brewery so a walk there
seemed a good idea. It was. As I entered, I could hear the sounds of
musicians readying their instruments. I parked myself on a bar stool near
them and it wasn't long before what turned out to be a talented jazz trio
launched into their first tune. The group itself was nameless and,
although I heard each member's name at some point, those names were
quickly forgotten. But all three were very talented and good music, good
food, and good beverage made for a very pleasant evening.
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I remember frequently reading the Grit newspaper at my grandmother's and,
only recently, a friend and I were trying to remember if it was a weekly,
monthly, or something else. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that
Williamsport was the Grit's home town. I also learned that it was a weekly
and was founded by Dietrich Lamade who also has his name on the Little
League stadium.
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