Uh... so... I thought Josh was gonna post on York, but I was CLEARLY wrong. Hence, no update until now.
Actually, that's not true, we've been really busy to the point that when it nears the end of the day, we are ready to pass out.
What happened? Why didn't Josh want to blog about York? Was it really a terrible town?
Day 3: I wanted to show Josh York and how it's alike to Placerville. The similarities were uncanny, like the photos you'll see from our Baltimore stop. Creepy.
Josh has started a love affair with Dunkin' Donuts. Anytime he sees one, he calls out it's name, just like whenever he sees a KFC. I don't get it. I thought he was in love with me, he doesn't say -my- name like that. Perhaps I need a different strategy to get his attention...
I've introduced him to Munchkins. Do you guys remember the commercials DD had with the guy dressed in a costume that made him all round like a Munchkin? Isn't it weird that there are commercials like that? It condones cannibalism. I don't find that socially acceptable. I apologize if any of you are closet cannibals... I'll still be your friend, just don't invite me to dinner. I won't be offended. Awkward.
Also! Munchkins are NOT the donut holes' punch-outs. *big sad face* They make round donuts. That was a HUGE disappointment when I found out some years ago. I had this fantasy that they didn't waste any part of the donut as a kid. That would be a truly perfect donut world, right?
Enough about donuts... moving on...
York sorta looks the same, but it's changed a lot. I can't exactly remember the last time I went... Most everyone has moved or I've lost touch with them. My old street was extended. The farmer that owned a donkey and a horse sold his land and they started building new houses on it. I have a funny story about that horse. It involves these elements: 1. my dad 2. 10-year-old Jin Hei 3. a male horse that looks like it's got a 5th leg forming from it's gut.
My neighborhood is quite picturesque. I didn't realize how storybook of a childhood I had until I moved away. I still don't have much love for my hometown, but I certainly have good memories of family and friends. The old yard looks bare. They eliminated the pine trees that encompassed the back deck area. The new occupants didn't use the lower lawn as a vegetable garden as we did. My most favorite detail of the front yard, the Japanese maple, was removed. At least the giant spruce is still there, but they trimmed that one down too. The ginko tree that my grandfather raised from a seed still grows and it's huge! You can see it in the pic on the left on the left side. You don't see the entire driveway, but it's still the same. It's big and too much work when it comes to winter snows. My brother and I learned to ride our bikes and had many an argument as to who had control of the water hose during those hot summer water battles.
More country roads from my hometown.
I almost thought Mack's ice cream had gone out of business when I drove by to see that the old shop was all ragged and the lil' mini-golf course out back had become completely unkempt. I was IRATE! I thought Handel's down the street put them out of business. I had a bat ready, but then just a little further down Mack's appeared. Good for them, lucky for Handel. (Although, I admit, I've had a tryst with Handel some time ago and it went pretty well.) I got the coconut ice cream at Mack's. It was delightful.
Under the rouse of "Hey let's go check out the mall I used to hang out at", I took Josh to the York Galleria Mall. It was fun for ten seconds. He was miserable while I was wondering what I wanted to buy. No sales tax and everything is cheaper! I really should have taken a picture of him while I was shopping, it woulda been classic.
What we learned: 1. Dallastown = Placerville 2. Our school colors are both blue and white 3. I wish my Dad hadn't locked the glove compartment to keep the GPS safe from bad people because the key he gave me doesn't open it. boooooooooo
Next: Washington, D.C.
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