I apologise to all of you who responded to the Historic Harrisburg Association mailing and came today to purchase tickets for the Candlelight House Tour. The tickets have not yet arrived, but be assured I will blog the fact the minute they do . . . cannot believe that the state government is gutting the Historical and Museum Commission after it decimated and practically destroyed the State Library. The library lost half its workers, the commission over a third. Surely there are other places to look for cuts; our educational and cultural heritage should come first at all costs. These moves do not bode well for Governor Rendell's place in history, and the candidates for his office had better offer to repair the damage pronto if they want my vote . . . Every young fellow should have a dog. Mine was a mutt named Mike. We were devoted to each other. Every holiday season we would scale the ridge behind our home and descend into the valley to gather greens and stems of red berries to decorate the house. Mike made the first half of the journey with no problem, but being a small pooch he found the return up the mountain daunting. He would collapse on the trail, a little smile on his face (no kidding) and wait for me to kneel. Then he would wiggle his way into the game pouch on the back of my red Woolrich hunting jacket and hitch a ride the rest of the way . . . I guess he felt betrayed when I went off to Juniata College. Mom said Mike trotted outside to tinkle one morning and never came back . . . (click to enlarge)
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