A Sleepy Saturday Morning with Lucy and Mr. Bee

Momma is out getting a mani/pedi with Aunt Anny – cashing in her Mother’s Day present. That leaves Little Baby Lucy Rose, daddy, and The Amazing Mr. Bee, the orange talking cat. We’re just listening to some music and snoozin’ together.

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Philadelphia, Numbers, Baby, and Baseball

Lucy was born on a day Roy Halladay pitched. I was feeling pretty confident going into the operating room that day. I figured, hey, Halladay is pitching this afternoon – what could possibly go wrong? (I figured the worst case scenario was that I miss I no-hitter.) As we all know, it turned out well and my daughter was born on 4/7 and weighed 7/4. Get it? 4/7 and 7/4? And what would a discussion about baseball, superstition and numerology be without adding 4 and 7 (or 7 and 4) and getting 11? What about the number 11? Well, the Phillies won 11-0 that day, on 4/7 and the baby weighed 7/4. The stars were indeed aligned, one might say. Plainly obvious, right?

On her first day home she and I spent the afternoon on the couch snoozing, watching the Phillies. Unfortunately, it was Joe Blanton, the Joker Ace, on the mound. So snooze we did (out of self defense). As you can tell, she and I are all about baseball together already.

Well, here we are at 5 weeks and change and tonight Lucy made it to her first professional baseball game at Cambell’s Field, where we saw the Camden Riversharks play the Somerton Patriots, of Bridgewater, NJ. Kate and I have been fans of minor/independent professional baseball for some time and Lucy was introduced to it tonight.

What’s not to love about minor league baseball (MiLB)? Cheap tickets, cheap parking, a family-friendly atmosphere – and if you hand someone a $5 bill for a hot dog and a soda, you get back change. At the risk of sounding totally cliched, it is baseball as it outta be.

I’ve seen MLB in three stadiums in my life — Vet Statdium and CBP (Phillies), and where ever it was that the Seattle Mariners were playing in 1997. As far as MiLB, I’ve been to see the Reading Phillies (AA), the Lancaster Barnstormers (Atlantic League), and the Camden Riversharks (Atlantic League). Kate and I would love to expand the list of MiLB parks we’ve been to, hopefully this summer. The amazing thing is, besides having a MLB team with the best record in baseball stationed in Philly, there are numerous professional baseball teams within 1-3ish hours or so of center city. I was talking to Kate about this and I think I rattled off 10 right off the top of my head.

I’ve had a little time to do some research, and I’ve compiled a list of local professional baseball teams. If you are from the Philly area and like baseball, there are a lot worse ways to kill a Sunday afternoon than spending the day at a minor league ball park.

We’re thinking the Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs (Phillies – AAA) might be next on our list. What do you think?

NJ

Camden Riversharks – Camden, NJ (Atlantic League)

Trenton Thunder – Trenton, NJ (AA – NY Yankees)

Somerset Patriots – Bridgewater, NJ (Atlantic League)

Newark Bears – Newark, NJ (CANAM)

Lakewood Blue Claws – Lakewood, NJ (A – Phillies)

NY

Brooklyn Cyclones – Brooklyn, NY (A – NY Mets)

Hudson Valley Renegades – Fishkill, NY (A – TB Rays)

Long Island Ducks – Islip, NY (Atlantic League)

Rockland Boulders - Pomona, NY (Atlantic League)

Staten Island Yankees – Staten Island, NY (A – Yankees)

DE

Wilmington Blue Rocks – Wilmington, NJ (A – KC Royals)

PA

Harrisburg Senators – Harrisburg, PA (AA- Washington Nationals)

Altoona Curve – Altoona, PA (AA – Pittsburgh Pirates)

State College Spikes – State College, PA (A – Pittsburg Pirates)

York Revolution – York, PA (Atlantic League)

Reading Phillies – Reading, PA (AA – Phillies)

Lancaster Barnstomers – Lancaster, PA (Atlantic League)

Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs – Allentown, PA (AAA – Phillies)

Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Yankees – Scranton/Wilkes-Barre, PA (AAA – NY Yankees)

Williamsport Crosscutters – Williamsport, PA (A – Phillies)

MD

Southern Maryland Blue Crabs – Waldorf, MD (Atlantic League)

Aberdeen Ironbirds – Aberdeen, MD (A – Baltimore Orioles)

Bowie Baysox – Bowie, MD (AA – Baltimore Orioles)

Delmarva Shorebirds – Salisbury, MD (A – Baltimore Orioles)

Frederick Keys – Frederick, MD (A – Baltimore Orioles)

Hagerstown Suns – Hagerstown, MD (A – Washington Nationals)

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More Old-Timey Baseball at the Smith Civil War Memorial

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Lucy Rose Kelly Hertzog

Lucy Rose Kelly Hertzog was born on April 7, 2011, at 1:51pm, weighing 7lbs and 4ozs. She measured 18.5 inches long.

Too many words, so a few pictures.

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Baby Buritto

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Opening Day of Trout Season, Along the Wissahickon

Wissahickon Creek forms one of the major water sheds of Philadelphia. Rising in Montgomery County near Pottsville, it runs about 23 miles, passing through Philadelphia before emptying into the Schuylkill River at the south/east end of Manayunk. Like many other features in the area, the name of the creek comes from the Lenape language, and means “catfish creek” or “stream of yellowish color”.

 Wissahickon Creek: Trout Season

Much of the creek now runs through or near parkland, with the last few miles running through a deep gorge. The area can be quite picturesque and has been a source of inspiration for artists for a dozen or more generations. Today, the gorge is part of the Fairmount Park system. The Wissahickon Valley is known as one of 600 National Natural Landmarks of the United States.

I picked up my buddy in Roxborough, drove a few blocks, parked the car, and followed a trail down to the creek at the bottom of a hill that started in a dense urban area. The first spot we got to was essetially a text-book area of “where to catch trout a few days after stocking”. It was a nice, wide, deep pool of slow moving water with a riffle on either end. We got there at just about 8am, when the season technically starts, and found the this spot already surrounded on all sides by eager anglers in waders.

I was pretty excited for my first non-ice fishing experience of the season with a new ultra-light rod I bought that was appropriate for our pursuit this day. Before I could finish getting a swivel and a lure on my line, my fishing buddy immediately landed three nice trout and dropped a 4th before being able to unhook it and release it himself. The crowd assembled, looking like serious pros in their waders and such, were probably a bit taken aback by the newcomer on the scene. I got my line in the water, but unfortunately, given the crowd, ended up in a spot I would not have chosen myself. On pretty much any other day, one has their choice of locations along this creek, but opening day draws large numbers, like anywhere else.

The bite turned off for my friend as quickly as it turned on. And, in my location, without the aid of waders, I was skunked for the first hour, but I didn’t really care. I took the opportunity to take in the quiet and the fresh, cold air that is still lingering late in the region. It is hard to get frustrated when surrounded by the natural beauty of the Wissahickon Gorge.

As the morning advanced, and the first few lucky souls started to aquire their limits, some space opened up and we found a much more clear area a few dozen yards down the creek. I did a little climbing over some rocks and through some brush and quickly homesteaded an area along the creek with a clear shot to a good 20 yards of open space on both of my sides. While I had what might have been a brief opportunity to fish in a lane wider than a two yards or so, I concentrated on a slowly moving pool of water in front of me, throwing a rooster tail about a dozen times into the water. While doing so, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a submerged tree trunk off to my right and decided to target the sides of it, in case any fish were resting who might have been avoiding the riffle flowing by the far bank.

I cast out to the end of the trunk and slowly reeled the line back in along the side of the felled tree, let the lure drop towards the bottom, then reeled again. On this, the first cast along the tree trunk, I felt a tug. And then the line went taunt and the movement of it took on a motion independent of my reeling or the movement of the water.

Fish on!

 

Last season, the action started slowly in the spring for me. It was a great feeling to reel something in a few hours into my first outing of 2011, especially since this was the first opening day I’ve been to since I was a kid. Hopefully, this first day’s luck is an indication of my luck for the rest of the year!

Trout, Wissahickon Creek

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Athletic Baseball Club of Philadelphia vs. Elkton Eclipse

I dropped by a make-shift 19th century baseball field in Fairmount Park on Sunday to catch my first game put on by the Mid-Atlantic Vintage Baseball League, a contest between the Athletic Baseball Club of Philadelphia and the Elkton Eclipse of Maryland. The league uses rules that were in effect in 1864, and equipment and uniforms to match the era. The league boasts 17 affiliates in PA, MD, NJ, and NY, with two Sunday games per month during baseball season. These fellows might not get paid much, but they certainly put in an effort and put on a great demonstration of how baseball was when it was confined mostly to sandlots and public parks. Upcoming matches are on April 24 and May 2.

 

(PHL) Athletics slugger slams the ball
Elkton Eclipse await next some swings
Pitcher chats with umpire
Umpire watches the action

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Johann Nicholas Hertzog and the Winter of 1708

Since I post on the topic of genealogy from time to time, it seems appropriate to re-post the article below, much of covering the history of German immigrants from the Palatine region of Europe in the early 18th century. I do quite a bit of research and I keep thinking I’m done finding new or useful information about this or that branch of the family tree, then I find something new. In this case, the article below makes mention of the winter of 1708-1709 being the worst winter in Europe in the previous 100 years. (Actually, climatologists consider it to be the worst in the past 500 years.)That winter, with the related destruction of crops, after years of accumulated oppression and violence by various armies who were prone to over-taxing local German immigrants when they weren’t sacking cities, helped set the conditions for a mass immigration to America from regions along the Rhine in Europe. The accrued conditions over decades finally brought forth one of the largest wave of immigration in American history. I can’t help but notice that the watershed year of 1708 for Germans in the Palatine also happens to be the same year that Johann Nicholas Hertzog (1635-1708) died, my oldest known Hertzog relative.

By 1710, an estimated 600,000 people had died from famine Europe from the unusual weather. Given the population of Europe at the time, this was an enormous sum of people. Despite this evolutionary bottleneck, it didn’t stop Johann’s son, Theobold, from staying in the region, nor did it stop two further generations from being born along the Rhine. It would be 1771 before a Hertzog would be born on Pennsylvania’s soil.

Even if you’re not a Hertzog, nor a descendant of German immigrants, this is a pretty fascinating story.

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PALATINE HISTORY
by Lorine McGinnis Schulze
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Copyright © 1996

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The Palatinate or German PFALZ, was, in German history, the land of the Count Palatine, a title held by a leading secular prince of the Holy Roman Empire. Geographically, the Palatinate was divided between two small territorial clusters: the Rhenish, or Lower Palatinate, and the Upper Palatinate. The Rhenish Palatinate included lands on both sides of the Middle Rhine River between its Main and Neckar tributaries. Its capital until the 18th century was Heidelberg. The Upper Palatinate was located in northern Bavaria, on both sides of the Naab River as it flows south toward the Danube and extended eastward to the Bohemian Forest. The boundaries of the Palatinate varied with the political and dynastic fortunes of the Counts Palatine.

The Palatinate has a border beginning in the north, on the Moselle River about 35 miles southwest of Coblenz to Bingen and east to Mainz, down the Rhine River to Oppenheim, Guntersblum and Worms, then continuing eastward above the Nieckar River about 25 miles east of Heidelberg then looping back westerly below Heidelberg to Speyer, south down the Rhine River to Alsace, then north-westerly back up to its beginning on the Moselle River.

The first Count Palatine of the Rhine was Hermann I, who received the office in 945. Although not originally hereditary, the title was held mainly by his descendants until his line expired in 1155, and the Bavarian Wittelsbachs took over in 1180. In 1356, the Golden Bull ( a papal bull: an official document, usually commands from the Pope and sealed with the official Papal seal called a Bulla) made the Count Palatine an Elector of the Holy Roman Empire. During the Reformation, the Palatinate accepted Protestantism and became the foremost Calvinist region in Germany.

After Martin Luther published his 95 Theses on the door of the castle church at Wittenberg on 31 October 1517, many of his followers came under considerable religious persecution for their beliefs. Perhaps for reasons of mutual comfort and support, they gathered in what is known as the Palatine. These folk came from many places, Germany, Holland, Switzerland and beyond, but all shared a common view on religion. The protestant Elector Palatine Frederick V (1596-1632), called the “Winter King” of Bohemia, played a unique role in the struggle between Roman Catholic and Protestant Europe. His election in 1619 as King of Bohemia precipitated the Thirty Years War that lasted from 1619 until 1648. Frederick was driven from Bohemia and in 1623, deposed as Elector Palatine

During the Thirty Years War, the Palatine country and other parts of Germany suffered from the horrors of fire and sword as well as from pillage and plunder by the French armies. This war was based upon both politics and religious hatreds, as the Roman Catholic armies sought to crush the religious freedom of a politically-divided Protestantism.

Many unpaid armies and bands of mercenaries, both of friends and foe, devoured the substance of the people and by 1633, even the catholic French supported the Elector Palatine for a time for political reasons. During the War of the Grand Alliance (1689-97), the troops of the French monarch Louis XIV ravaged the Rhenish Palatinate, causing many Germans to emigrate. Many of the early German settlers of America (e.g. the Pennsylvania Dutch) were refugees from the Palatinate. During the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, the Palatinate’s lands on the west bank of the Rhine were incorporated into France, while its eastern lands were divided largely between neighbouring Baden and Hesse. 

Nearly the entire 17th century in central Europe was a period of turmoil as Louis XIV of France sought to increase his empire. The War of the Palatinate (as it was called in Germany), aka The War of The League of Augsburg, began in 1688 when Louis claimed the Palatinate. Every large city on the Rhine above Cologne was sacked. The War ended in 1697 with the Treaty of Ryswick. The Palatinate was badly battered but still outside French control. In 1702, the War of the Spanish Succession began in Europe and lasted until 1713, causing a great deal of instability for the Palatines. The Palatinate lay on the western edge of the Holy Roman Empire not far from France’s eastern boundary. Louis wanted to push his eastern border to the Rhine, the heart of the Palatinate.

While the land of the Palatinate was good for its inhabitants, many of whom were farmers, vineyard operators etc., its location was unfortunately subject to invasion by the armies of Britain, France, and Germany. Mother Nature also played a role in what happened, for the winter of 1708 was particularly severe and many of the vineyards perished. So, as well as the devastating effects of war, the Palatines were subjected to the winter of 1708-09, the harshest in 100 years.

The scene was set for a mass migration. At the invitation of Queen Anne in the spring of 1709, about 7 000 harassed Palatines sailed down the Rhine to Rotterdam. From there, about 3000 were dispatched to America, either directly or via England, under the auspices of William Penn. The remaining 4 000 were sent via England to Ireland to strengthen the protestant interest.

Although the Palatines were scattered as agricultural settlers over much of Ireland, major accumulations were found in Counties Limerick and Tipperary. As the years progressed and dissatisfactions increased, many of these folk seized opportunities to join their compatriots in Pennsylvania, or to go to newly-opened settlements in Canada.

There were many reasons for the desire of the Palatines to emigrate to the New World: oppressive taxation, religious bickering, hunger for more and better land, the advertising of the English colonies in America and the favourable attitude of the British government toward settlement in the North American colonies. Many of the Palatines believed they were going to Pennsylvania, Carolina or one of the tropical islands.

The passage down the Rhine took from 4 to 6 weeks. Tolls and fees were demanded by authorities of the territories through which they passed. Early in June, the number of Palatines entering Rotterdam reached 1 000 per week. Later that year, the British government issued a Royal proclamation in German that all arriving after October 1709 would be sent back to Germany. The British could not effectively handle the number of Palatines in London and there may have been as many as 32 000 by November 1709. They wintered over in England since there were no adequate arrangements for the transfer of the Palatines to the English colonies.

In 1710, three large groups of Palatines sailed from London. The first went to Ireland, the second to Carolina and the third to New York with the new Governor, Robert Hunter. There were 3 000 Palatines on 10 ships that sailed for NY and approximately 470 died on the voyage or shortly after their arrival.

In NY, the Palatines were expected to work for the British authorities, producing naval stores [tar and pitch] for the navy in return for their passage to NY. They were also expected to act as a buffer between the French and Natives on the northern frontier and the English colonies to the south and east.

After the defeat of Napoleon (1814-15), the Congress of Vienna gave the east-bank lands of the Rhine valley to Bavaria. These lands, together with some surrounding territories, again took the name of Palatinate in 1838.

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Getting Started with Ethiopian Cooking

I can’t quite remember the first time I had Ethiopian cooking, although I seem to think it probably happened when I moved into the city, about 11 years ago now. I can’t even remember when I decided I liked it more than Mexican, which is a close second for my favorite ethnic food, barely ahead of Indian. I do remember New ERA Bar though, in Fairmount, being re-opened by an Ethiopian family and I do remember being very happy about it.

Kate and I moved to West Philly in 2008, and for those you reading who know the neighborhoods and who know food, West Philly is ground zero for Ethiopian cooking. In the mid-40s along Baltimore Ave there are several really great African groceries and Ethiopian eateries. Sometime in the past year or so I decided that, since we probably won’t live in this neighborhood forever, I should leave here having learned something. And I decided that would be how to cook Ethiopian food. After talking about it for a while, I finally acted this weekend.

There are a couple of core elements to Ethiopian cooking that must be mastered before anything else. Those three things are injira, berberé paste, and niter kibbeh.

To help get your mind around the importance of these items, think of it this way: injira is to Ethiopian cooking as a tortilla shell is to Mexican food; berberé is to Ethiopian as curry is to Indian food; and, niter kibbeh is fragrant, spice-infused clarified butter that is usued anytime you want to keep something from sticking to a pan or burning. Once these three things are perfected, you are all set to make just about any Ethiopian dish you may encounter on Baltimore Avenue in West Philly.

Injira

Injira is a yeast-risen flatbread with a unique, slightly spongy texture. Traditionally made out of teff flour, it is a national dish in Ethiopia and Eritrea. It has a slightly sourdough taste to it, depending upon how long you let ferment, which is usually 1-3 days. The meal is traditionally served on top of a large, round piece of injira and the food is then consumed by picking up pieces of the food by hand, using the injira as a substitute for a spoon. Since a lot of Ethiopian food resembles something akin to a stew, you can imagine how messy it can be at times.

This should be adequate for a  four person meal.

Ingredients:

- 1 cup teff flour
- 1 cup water
- a pinch of salt
- peanut or vegetable oil

Putting it together:

1. Put the teff flour in the bottom of a mixing bowl 
2. Slowly add the water, stirring to avoid lumps.
3. Put the batter aside for a day or more (up to three days) to allow it to ferment. In this time, your injera batter will start to bubble and acquire the slight tanginess for which it’s known. Note: If you find that your injera batter does not ferment on its own, try adding a teaspoon of yeast.
4. Stir in the salt.
5. Heat a nonstick pan or lightly oiled cast-iron skillet until a water
drop dances on the surface. Make sure the surface of the pan is smooth: Otherwise, your injera might fall apart when you try to remove it.
6. Coat the pan with a thin layer of batter. Injera should be thicker than a crêpe, but not as thick as a traditional pancake. It will rise slightly when it heats.
7. Cook until holes appear on the surface of the bread. Once the surface is dry, remove the bread from the pan and let it cool.

Niter Kibbeh

Niter kibbeh is a seasoned clarified butter used in Ethiopian cooking. Its preparation is similar to that of ghee, which is used in south asian cooking, but niter kebbeh is simmered with spices such as cumin, coriander, turmeric, cardamom, cinnamon, or nutmeg before straining. This imparts a distinct spicy aroma to it. In Somaliland it is known as Subag Soomaali and is extensively produced and used in cooking in households and to preserve meats in nomadic culture. The ingredients are a bit different as Somalis use as well as fresh butter, garlic, cardomom and cloves. Essentially, any time you might want to put oil or butter in a pan, niter kibbeh is what you go to. The cultural utility of it is obviously that it is a dairy product yet requires no refrigeration, although we’ll be doing so anyway, and I’d suggest you do the same. Just to be safe.

This should makes about 2 cups. A typical 4 person portion of doro wat usually would only require about 1/8 of a cup so this recipe should get you a long way.

Ingredients:

-Unsalted butter – 1 pound
-Onion, chopped – 1/2
-Garlic, crushed – 2-3 cloves
-Gingerroot, cut into 1/4-inch slices — 2-3 pieces
-Cardamom pods – 3-4
-Cinnamon stick – 1
-Whole cloves – 3-4
-Fenugreek seeds – 1 teaspoon
-Turmeric – 1/2 teaspoon

Putting it together:

1.Place the butter in a small saucepan and melt over low heat. Add the remaining ingredients and simmer on the lowest possible heat for about 1 hour.
2.Pour the clear golden liquid off the top leaving all the solids in the bottom of the pan. Strain through cheesecloth if necessary. Discard solids.
3.Store in the refrigerator or freezer and use as needed.

Berberé Paste

This should make about 1.5 cups. A typical 4 person serving of doro wat requires about 1/8 of a cup, so this should be sufficient to freeze.

Ingredients:

- Whole cumin – 2 teaspoons
- Red pepper flakes – 1-2 teaspoons
- Cardamom seeds – 1 teaspoon
- Fenugreek seeds – 1 teaspoon
- Whole peppercorns – 8
- Allspice – 2 teaspoons
- Whole cloves – 4
- Onion, chopped – 1
- Garlic, crushed – 3 cloves
- Paprika – 1 tablespoon
- Salt – 1 tablespoon
- Ginger, ground – 1 teaspoon
- Turmeric – 1 teaspoon
- Cayenne pepper – 1/2 to 1 teaspoon
- Nutmeg – 1/2 teaspoon
- Oil – 1/2 cup
- Water or red wine – 1/4 cup

Putting it together:

1.Heat a skillet over medium flame. Add the whole spices and toast, stirring for about 2-3 minutes until they give off their aroma. Do not burn. Remove from heat.
2.Put the spices into a spice or coffee grinder and grind to a powder.
3.Put the ground toasted spices into a food processor or blender along with the remaining ingredients and process until smooth.
4.Store in the refrigerator for up to a week or freeze portions for later use.
 

Now that we have the prerequisites down, I’ll return later with a post on how to make sik sik wat, which is a sort of beef stew that similar to the national dish of Ethiopia, doro wat.

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An Early Spring Car Ride on River Road

I’ve been driving for nearly twenty years now and for these two decades I’ve been driving up and down River Road (Route 32) in Pennsylvania for recreational purposes. The road winds along the Delaware River, on the Pennsylvania side, from Bristol clear to Easton, a 50+ mile trek. I’ve tried to make it to Easton on many occasions, but I always fail. There’s nothing in particular I want to see in Easton, but it is is where River Road ends.

Sometimes I’d drive the road alone at night in the autumn, or with a single passenger in the spring, or three during the summer. And so many times I intended to take the whole road to Easton, but it just never happens. There’s always some restaurant I’ve never seen before, or since. Maybe we would find some roadhouse bar with a blues band and we never get any further north. One time, I just got caught up in browsing through some little town’s vintage clothes boutique. The next time, an antique shop, or was it a record store? And the next thing you know, it is time to turn around. It is snowing. Or the sun is setting. Ice is forming. Or I have dinner plans. Maybe I want to get up early the next morning. So many times, so many reasons, I never seem to get to Easton.

On Sunday, we got as far as Frenchtown, NJ. This is the farthest north I’ve ever gotten on River Road. I was shooting for Easton, like always. It just wasn’t meant to happen, again.

The first thing of note we came upon was at the north end of Washington Crossing Historic Park, where lies Bowman’s Hill Tower, as well as some walking trails, a Revolutionary War memorial, and a cemetary.

Here, Kate looks across the Delaware and contemplates New Jersey, its many traffic circles, outrageous property taxes and compulsory full-service gas stations. Let it be said, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania is a beacon of hope to our friends and loved ones in the Garden State.

Unknowns Soldiers, of the Revolution.

The Delaware Canal, 2 miles south of New Hope, PA.

A view from Frenchtown, NJ.

Frenchtown, NJ. First weekend of spring and not a single bud on a tree.

Local architecture.

After checking out this little town we decided it was too late to make it the rest of the way north and we drove back to New Hope along the east side of the river, as the sun set and other obligations pressed.

We’ll get to Easton.

Next time.

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