Actually, I haven't decided to take up residence at ol' Webster Hall. But the thought did cross my mind. I didn't realize how much I miss Pgh until we went back. Anyway, for the rates Bev and I paid, the least I could do was swipe the stationery.
We had a great time except the trip was too short. Grayce, Bev and I went to Scaife Gallery (I know I spelled it wrong last letter) which is pretty decent, the Lutheran Center which was having a book/plant sale for the Socialists, the Top of the Triangle which has yummy food particularly dessert, GSLIS which is completely remodeled and, of course, Boots and Saddle. Unfortunately but true, Dr. Kolish, Mr., Lee, et. al., weren't there. Maybe next time.
So the weekend after that being Memorial Day weekend, I went home. What a trip! Right off, I nearly got stuck at the Ben Franklin bridge (lights wouldn't change after I paid toll), made a wrong turn off the Schuylkill Expressway and, in a burst of sheer stupidity, but my turnpike ticket behind my sun visor from whence it blew out the window when I put the visor down. I had to pay the whole toll from Jersey and send to Harrisburg for a refund. Then when I got home, I found out that the bride-to-be had scheduled fitting for the bridesmaids (one I am) at the same time we had invited 30 people to her surprise shower. Panic! Since I and another bridesmaid wouldn't be home again until the wedding, we had to contact the dressmaker (not easy) and switch times without arousing the suspicions of the bride (impossible). We might have made it if the other bridesmaids hadn't decided to use the same lie for changing times that I had. Well, we finally muddled thru both the shower and the fitting. Then I had the trip back. Everything was fine until I decided to stop for a pistachio ice cream cone. No pistachio. When I got back to the car, water was dripping out. Thank goodness it was only on overflow but it did scare me. Then it was back at the B.F. Bridge where again I put my money in and again the red light refused to turn green. This time I went through and consequently set off alarms and buzzers. Luckily no police chased me -- my only lucky break of the weekend. This weekend I'm going to my aunt's in Baltimore. Wonder what will happen.
If you have put up with this drivel so far, here's something that you might know about already.; I read in the Pgh Wkly that Chilton is putting out a book in Oct called Sugar Blues (by Wm Duffy). They're publicizing it by distributing "How sweet it isn't" buttons. Of course, sugar still isn't so bad as saccharin is for your health.
Speaking of health (mental), mine is going to be gone if I have to go through this historic mania for another year. Today, I barely made it to the post office two blocks away. At least, two schools with kids and teachers were touring and taking up all the sidewalk space. And it's a year until the Bicen. Going abroad sounds great-- can I come?
But mania didn't completely describe the city yesterday. Totally berserk night. 2.3 million people went to see the Flyers on parade. Horn honked, people streaked, and everyone acted like goofballs (which really isn't hard for Philadelphians!) When I described the chaos to the librarian who lives across the street, she remarked, "I didn't realize that people got so worked up over a tennis game." Sigh.
I must admit that I was concerned about you, Paul. Your letters weren't sounding like you. But the last one was much better. Of course, spring is the greatest time of the year (hay fever notwithstanding) and from what Margaret has aid, Montana should be beautiful. Incidentally, I'm impressed by the Deer Lodge envelope. It seems like the kind of place my dad would like -- hunting and fishing territory.
Well, the maintenance people have fixed the bldg sewer backup (my tub was the first to back up, naturally, but they came to fix it right after I called at nine tonight) so I'm going to get ready to rest my weary, weary bones. Keep me posted (and let us know when you're coming East -- maybe we can all get together.)
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