This time I visited my homeland, the place of my birth, the land of endemic Amish and Mennonite cultists, Pennsylvania Dutch refugees, and all sorts of patriotic and religious nuts. There are wooden soldiers all over the perfectly mowed lawns and no alcohol availability within 30 miles. There are Civil War reenactments on the weekends (at least on last weekend). The "progressives" in town are all 80s ex hippies who still worry about how organic their quinoa is, and the conservatives think Hitler was a nice guy with some good ideas. There are whole towns devoted to porn and prostitution (not that this is bad, just contradictory in the situation). This is Germanic Pennsylvania.... It's beautiful, tho....
I smuggled in a ton of stuff back to Vallarta but the purists in the smuggling world would laugh at my selections. I'm tired (been up since 2 am), half drunk and ready to go out partying tonight with Sarah and Kellymarie, who sat our house, plants and dogs for us while we were tripping the life fantastic.
What to do on a Thursday night?


