Bloody time slips. I mean, really! It was only a bit of a mind flip.
The most recent memories dredged up on the weekend travels through the upper part of central Pennsylvania are from ten years ago. Travelling to Williamsport for a last visit, passing the Little League complex on Rt. 15 and then driving back at 4 AM on a Monday morning to make it to work on time.
Before that, there was a Friday night spent driving a friend to Bucknell for his own visit. Sitting in traffic between the hills and the river on Rt. 15 and cursing my generous good nature. And an odder memory of writing a friend doing short time in the Lewisburg pen. No visits involved there.
And lastly, a stroll down College Ave. in State College, PA. That goes way back. As far back as any of my memories of independent life. Being dropped off on a hot June day along College Ave. to start the university career I had been avoiding for twelve months. Trying to negotiate the warren of tunnels and dead ends that is South Halls wearing – you won’t believe it – a red Hawaiian shirt, yellow shorts and Birkenstocks.
A lot of things changed in the year I spent wandering the streets of State College
What a fun town. If you’re over 21.