Home is where we’re parked….

This is not a very good shot of Medlar Field where the State College Spikes, an A-affiliate of the Pittsburgh Pirates play. Their web site, http://www.statecollegespikes.com/ has a wealth of information on the Spikes. “Fear the Dear” is their official logo. I’m afraid there is not much fear of the team as when we attended a game I think the Spikes were five and seventeen or something close to that. We had a great time though, thanks to our good friends, Ken and Dodie, for the great seats and my Mom and step-Dad, we were just to the left of home plate and carried on like we were life long fans. Norm even won a gift certificate for Wegmans, a very cool grocery food store. If, in your travels, you come across one, make sure to stop and shop, you will be glad you did.
Harry Carson’s gas station had been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and he was still there when I made my move away from Pennsylvania. You could always get gas, milk and bread any day of the week, from early morning till late at night, either Harry or his wife Mickie were always there. The original building is gone, replaced by a convenience type store with gas. This plaque is all that remains with a likeness of the original building and garage. Now known as Carson’s corner, it will always be Harry’s to me and all the long time locals. This guy sure seems glad to see us back in Oklahoma. I think his Mom and Dad were also!

The Arts Festival……

We went to the Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts and spent about eight hours meandering through all the exhibits. This tiny water park was sure popular later in the day. Those are real boulders that are hauled in for the week. If this is not one of the biggest arts festival, it is one of the best ones in the country.

Wow! Look who showed up for the festival. Just like real life, he answered no questions. I’m still not sure if it was because he only has about one hundred and forty some days of experience in the senate, or, and I think this was the real reason that he did not speak, no tele-prompter.
Penn State has been around for a long time, this looks like an old building.

This is one of the newer buildings, is goes over the highway.

Friends, Family and Pies, oh my…….

We are at the Highway Pizza joint in State College Pennsylvania with our good friends Steve and Linda. We have been meeting here for years and call it our “regular place.” Our connection goes way back to high school. I think we have been friends since Norm and I started dating way back in 1970. The four of us were even kicked out a few years ago! Steve and Linda and their two daughters spent the night in our bathroom with the four of us in Miami during hurricane Andrew. Four adults, four kids, a dog and two cats rode out the storm in our average sized bathroom. Always a good time with these two. Norm and her Mum-Mum in Centre Hall. She is 91 and as feisty as can be.
Ryan, Ken, Lorri and Leigha. My brother and his family here in Pennsylvania. Ryan is an all around athlete, Ken took over our Dad’s construction business and made it grow and prosper, Lorri works at the school and takes the summers off, and Leigha just scored a job with the Pennsylvania department of corrections, and graduates high school next year.
This is Renee playing’ Guitar Hero ( I think she is one). We are related somehow, but I’m not quite sure how.
This pie was one of two our Aunt Elsie made us. She makes the best pies in the world!

Roof Work…

That is Norm way over there doing prep work on my Mom’s roof. With Norm leading the charge and telling my step-dad, Bob and I what to do, we got the job done in two days.
Bob sprayed the first third, I took the second third (that is when Norm noticed some runs) so she took control to finish the spraying.
The finished product. Nice and white till today when the rain returned to central Pennsylvania.
Norm weeded my Mom’s garden and it looked so good from the roof, I had to photograph it.
When we travelled on route 66 in Oklahoma we found a round barn that was open to visit. This round barn is, I think, still in service. It is along route 45 near Centre Hall Pennsylvania.

Flight 93….

They had bench’s all facing the crash site with the passengers and crews names on.
This book was of great interest to me and I have read quite a few CVR’s in my career, but none as moving as this one.
This fenced off area is due to erosion around the site. It is a temporary memorial and to learn more about the permanent memorial, check out www.nps.gov/flni. To donate to the fund go to www.honorflight93.org.
Norm and I both felt a special reverence here. They also have interpretive (interp’s to all our friends from DETO) talks now. The talk fills in the story and has insights into some of the hero’s involved. If you know the story of sheep and sheep dogs, than you know that this flight had all sheep dogs aboard.

Road Trip to Pennsylvania…

I asked Norm to take a photo of the Arch in St. Louis and she put her foot in it.
We, not because we planned it, found our selves on the Flight 93 memorial highway and thought that was cool. After coming across this sign, we knew we had to take the time to visit.
Highway 219 to highway 30, also called the Lincoln Highway, turn right when you see this sign in Buckstown.
This the view of the temporary memorial from our parking spot along the road. To the left of this area is another parking lot with port-a-potties, but it was full of motorcycles.
Hard to see, but an American flag is in the upper center, and to the left of the flag and close to the tree line is the site of the actual crash.

Another Job…

We have left our RV and have been living the home life staying in our kids home and taking care of a number of animals. It is just like having grand kids or petting another persons dog. You have some fun and than you give them back. We have a history of dog and house sitting, but the difference is this time we are taking care of three animals and two houses at once! Quite a bit of work for a couple that have no pets and a fifth wheel. This is Sammie, a puggle ( is this a word?) part pug and part beagle. Check out that smile!
This is Barron. He is caught here doing one his two favorite activities. His other is screaming and making all sorts of chatter. He does say “Hi Barron” about a hundred times a day.
Here are the three trouble makers caught in the act.

The End….

This is another shot of the Salt river.
A long view of the area.
This the view to the north.
In New Mexico we departed highway 60 and took highway 36 north to 117. Our friend Todd wrote about this area on his blog and it is well worth the effort to find. Highway 117 skirts the eastern edge of the El Malpais National Monument.
This is a natural arch bridge, really pretty drive the entire length. No charge to drive through either, which I thought was strange.