“Let’s go to Pittsburgh,” I said, when the possibility of a long weekend trip came up a few weeks ago. Why not? Having traveled some miles over the years, Pittsburgh was one relatively close destination we’d talked about but never visited.
As we flip the calendar and leave July, we leave behind National Ice Cream Month, which was first declared by President Reagan in 1984. August usually brings even hotter temperatures and higher humidity to Philly. What better way to beat the heat than to enjoy some icy indulgences?
Perhaps it was the way the sunlight hit her face. It was bright and unforgiving.
We applaud Gov. Corbett for tackling Pennsylvania’s pension crisis, which is increasing our residents’ property taxes and diverting dollars away from the classroom to pay for large pension obligations. We thank the governor for standing up for Pennsylvania taxpayers and Pennsylvania children.
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Thank you, Local 401
There’s something about fresh-picked corn (and tomatoes and peaches) at roadside stands in New Jersey that makes my car immediately pull to the side of the road. Last weekend, on the ride home from the Shore, the signs reading “Fresh Corn - $2.99 a Dozen” forced me to make a bee-line to the roadside produce stand. And I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Jersey corn is coming into season, and ready for harvest.
Guilt by association
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“Oh, I forgot to add the blueberries!” exclaimed Aunt Doris, who frequently brings her fabulous blueberry cake to share after our art class each week. We are not blood relatives, but Aunt Doris is the kind of person anyone would wish to have as an aunt. And she makes some mean cakes.