Fog lingers in the West Branch Valley Note: Part One can be found here: The Thunderbird. On the corner of my desk, in a faded folder showing the wear of time, are seventeen thunderbird sightings which have been sent to me over the years. When Robert Lyman passed, reports of the large, unidentified cryptid mostly … Continue reading The Black Forest Thunderbird: Part Two
Fog lingers in the hollows of northcentral Pennsylvania Note: This was originally posted on September 10, 2014, in an earlier version of The Pennsylvania Rambler. This article has been edited and updated as Part One of Two. Pennsylvania's Black Forest is a region of northcentral Pennsylvania that mostly is as wild today as it was … Continue reading The Black Forest Thunderbird: Part One
Taftsville Covered Bridge,Vermont After leaving the Quechee Covered Bridge, I returned to Route 4 and continued the journey westward toward the birthplace of President Calvin Coolidge. Note: More about Calvin Coolidge can be found here: President Coolidge and the Quechee Covered Bridge here: Quechee. The next covered bridge on my list was the historic Taftsville … Continue reading Taftsville Covered Bridge
Quechee Covered Bridge, Quechee, Vermont I was in Vermont with my parents for a short, but busy vacation as I wanted to visit as many places as I could in the short amount of time I was there. I had spent the morning in the Hanover and West Lebanon region, having arrived to visit Corey … Continue reading Quechee Covered Bridge
John Ritz rests beneath the worn stone on the left I had arrived at Altoona's Fairview Cemetery to remember two local baseball players who rest within the sacred grounds. On this journey I had been joined by Zech and Jen as we explored the region. We had parked at the top of the hillside, in … Continue reading The Brief Career of James Ritz
Grave of John Gochnaur, Fairview Cemetery, Altoona Of all the cemeteries I’ve ever been in, Altoona’s Fairview Cemetery was the one that definitely needed some help. From the moment I passed through the gates on Willow Avenue, I was shocked by the condition of the cemetery grounds. The hillside was marred by sunken graves, toppled … Continue reading John Gochnaur: The Worst Shortstop Ever?