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| Pennsylvania rock garden. |
Pennsylvania, let’s be honest.
I haven’t given you a fair shake.
My impression of your burly mid-atlantic hollows has been tempered with
long car rides on Interstate 81. Usually by the
time I get to your border the luster on a long road trip headed south has worn
off. I am bored and just
cranking out miles. It’s usually about
this time that I pass through the Wilkes-Barre area. Just the name evokes images of broad valleys,
hills cut in half by strip mining, a massive car junkyard and perpetual construction.
Not to mention the “ker-clunk-ker-clunk” of the endless evenly spaced concrete with only deer corpses and semi-trucks to keep you company.
Needless to say these are
not positive associations.
