Thursday, December 06, 2007

Allentown, PA

where Annie and I stayed. We drove a lot. We talked a lot. We looked at a lot of pictures of my brother and his friends, mostly drinking. The weather mostly sucked. We went to a brewpub for dinner, the waitress spilled drinks all over me, and there were no vegetables on the menu. At all. People in PA smoke and eat fried food and iceberg lettuce. Between Scranton and Allentown, there was a billboard with a picture of the Dalai Lama on it. It felt like my friends put it there so we would see it. He was smiling with his big ole glasses on. I love him and he loves me back. I don't think he would ever kill himself.

2 comments:

Radish King said...

I love this post. And I love you.

Dave said...

I'm sorry you had a bad experience in PA. It's probably true that iceberg and fried foods are popular throughout the state. Beyond that, though, I assure you, Allentown, Scranton and Wilkes-Barre are in a strange reality all their own: one of five or six distinct cultural regions in the state.

(Something I'm sure you always wanted to know, but not very much.)