|Rambling toward The Rambler with the Newmans.|
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They didn't actually tell me to be quiet. They never really ever tell me here to be quiet. I don't know why, exactly; it's just the wonderful way things are.
The Newmans, being from the arid land of Nevada, were happy about the green of Pennsylvania. Well, yes,
|Nice try, sucker.|
On their first night here, we all walked down the hill into downtown Windber and went to an ice-cream place called "The Rambler." The Newmans thought this was a real treat, and I suppose it was.
|Cindy and Melinda en route to The Rambler.|
|Hannah thinks Windber is small compared to |
Las Vegas (imagine), but she loves it.
|C3 springs into worship.|
|Is this 1953?|
|Clyde, Joe, Matthew.|
|Cindy guards the napkin dispenser.|
|Everyone drinks beer in Windber.|
Clyde and company took the Newmans to the damn dam that broke in 1889 and flooded Johnstown. As I've told you before, this part of PA is known for epic disasters. So I think the Newmans also went to the Flight 93 memorial. (United Flight 93, of 9/11 infamy, crashed in this very county.)
The last day the Newmans were here, Aaron Locker led them to the abandoned Interstate tunnels near Breezewood. I have never been here, but apparently it is fun and a little bit spooky. Well, it was the highlight of the trip for them, I kid you not.
|Watch that first step.|
We enjoyed the Newman's visit, and made a deal with them. They will come here in the summer, and we will go to Las Vegas in the winter.
That's a safe bet for everyone, I'd say.
Copyright 2013 by Martin Zender.