Thursday, September 20, 007

Bob's Blah Blog:

Hot diggity, dog diggity, umph what a thrill it is..... More of this later.

Ok, really haven't done a whole bunch of anything worth writing about, but then, that's what I think everytime I sit down to write.

We posted our first photo album this week. If you DID NOT get it, please notify Corinne. We asked for a response if you received it and could open it, but not everyone has responded, so we don't know if they received it or could open the album. If you wants, you gots to asks.

We have stayed in the same camp site now probably longer than any one we have moved out of. I had to check my reciept this morning just to make sure I wasn't wrong. I wasn't. We are moving westward tomorrow, come hell or high water. I have reserved us a campsite at Racoon Creek State Park about 20 miles due west of Pittsburger. Will stay there at least 6 nights...we'll see. Getting hot here, too. Was like 75 today.

Spent many a day and some evenings in Gettysburg, East Berlin, Latimore, Upper and Lower
Bermudian, Dover, York, and Harrisburg. Spent more than a few miles navigating the roadways to and from camp to site back to camp. Again, Anita the Queen, took us on some mighty unusual routes, not the shortest route, not the fastest route, but any ol' route she wanted.

We did finally get to spend some time at the Gettyburg battlefield museum and on the fighting grounds. We watched what is called the Electric Map that some guy created. Little lights lit up as the battle was explained, showing the Union positions and the Johnny Rebs positions prior to, during and after the battles of July 1,2,3, 1863. This show gave us a lot better perspective of the battle when we went out to the battlefield, looked at the monuments, markers and maps, of which there are some 3000. What a bloody battle it was on the third day. It is surprising the war lasted another 2 years after that.

Bob-servations:
On one trip to Gettysburg, I noticed a street in East Berlin named Cheapside Street. Now, does that mean it was a cheap, side street, or the cheapside of the street? My guess, is means a cheapside of the street as some of the row houses didn't look as good as the ones across the street on the goodside of the street.

Since being here in Dover/York/Harrisburg, its been a regular cesspool of crime. One day when we were leaving the York County Heritage Trust, the Popo had the streets blocked at Philadelphia and Queen (not our queen) for a stabbing homicide investigation. A 15 year old boy stabbed his mom's boyfriend to death (guess he didn't like his new daddy). Then, a week later, we saw on the news of somebody getting shot in their car at the same location (guess they didn't like the guys caddi [-lac]). Then last night, on North street in the 2100 block in Harrisburg, just down the street from where we were today, two or possibly three people got shot, two dead. (guess the shooters wore masks but not hatties.)

We got an email from Sandy O. complaining there were no photos of animals we have seen along our way. A reply was quickly fired back to her animal, Zach, a beautiful German Shepard neutured male (ouch) that we were including photos of animals, in particular one little hot poodle in Louisville KY... Ooh La La. Also letting Zach know his "surrogate mother" (Sandy) MUST be editing his email and making sure he doesn't see anything inappropriate, like a hot little poodle from out of state. We signed the email from Your real Dad and Mom (just so he would know who really loves him.) Just for fun, we sent him a nice picture of a black and white cow to look at. He loves seeing animals on TV. Speaking of animals, someone (and I mean Corinne) thinks I look like some kind of wild animal with my scraggly beard and almost a pony-tail hair uncut. I be handsome ya know, just ask my momma, she tell you I be handsome.

Now, back to Hot dogs. We were in Downtown Harrisburg this morning/afternoon doing research. It was about 3p and we had done all we could stand for the day, so it was time to leave and go find some food. We thought, hmmmm, Fuddrucker's...no, too far away. Chinese...no likey places found by the Queen. Mexican...yeah, right, good mexican food east of the Mississippi? Hardly. Anyways, we just started driving with the intent to go to Dillsburg to the Ford dealership to have the Big Rig's oil changed when we happened upon a quaint little corner restaurant named "The Spot." Sometime either this morning or yesterday morning, one of the local TV stations, WGAL, I think, was doing a live broadcast from there for some reason or another. Corinne pointed out the broadcast to me when it was on because I wasn't paying attention to the TV because I was checking my gmail to see if anyone sent me an email, which NOBODY did. Anyways, we looked longingly into each others eyes as we gazed upon The Spot restauant and said "dare we?" It was so impulsive, so sudden, so out of character, so hungry of us. We parked the big rig and wandered into the place. The front door was propped open with a stick of wood and a sign on the side of the building read they were going out of business after 7 decades in the same spot. They were thanking everyone for their loyalty and support over the decades and invited them in to have one last dog before they closed for good on September 30, 007. Corinne went in first and started taking pictures of the place, lined with photos of big shots and celebrities or whomever they were. The owner kiddingly told Corinne she would have to slip him a $1 under the table if she wanted to take photos. I gave Corinne a dollar and told her to go give it to him in front of his friends and call his bluff. She did, and he wouldn't take her money. She got the photos for free, plus the cost of lunch. We had two dogs with everthing, which, unlike eating at Wiener World, came with mustard, onion and chili. WW only had onions on their dogs. Ha! eat that Wiener World. The dogs were big and juicy, with good chili and just the right amount of mustard and onion on them. We ate and left, as quietly as we entered. So long to The Spot, you have been a good friend to us. So, we sing, Hot digitty, dog diggity, umph what a...

We did our laundry tonight in Dover at our favorite little laundromat, whatever its name is. An older mother and her son, both half to three-quarters of a bubble off center, came in after us. The mother continued to look at a really dirty pair of levis her son had brought in and would fold them up and talk to herself and unfold them and fold them and talk to herself. Corinne thought she may have been speaking to us, but I wan't gonna have no part in that conversation. Anyways, the EMS folks came because some other old lady had fallen down just outside of the laundromat and we, being crack (not cocaine or butt) observers of the unusual, didn't even know anything had occurred until the EMS and Popo came. Guess we really are retired, now. They took her off to the doctor or somewhere with a skinned knee or something.

Anyway, getting back to laundry, somehow, a pair of blue Hanes underwear got mixed in with our bedding. Now, I hope they were inside the washer when we put our bedding in, or else I am going to wonder, when was Corinne wearing Michael Jordan Hanes underwear? I know they weren't mine. We left them there in case someone came looking for them. Good way to get a free wash, tho. The things you learn when you pay attention.

Oh, what a wonderful day!

Bobo