Today was a short hop across the Alleghenny River and into the Pennsylvania Wilds. Where I lost Public Radio for a while. I got to listen to American Family Radio. They specialise in being peeved that the "Liberal media" (their words) ignore things they think (apparently sincerely) to be important. Since what they believe in, being traditional values like "Country" and "Flag" and "Family", are almost inexplicable, and certainly beyond your average media jock, they are simultaneously right and unfair. Not only are the "Liberal media" (their words) incapable of explaining these concepts, so, it appears, are they themselves. Anyway, it made a a change.
When I got back to Public Radio, it was Clarion University running what was obviously a news-reading exam. As the young lady approached what was going to be the Russian President's name (it was about this nuclear treaty thing), you could tell from her voice that she knew she wasn't going to be able to pronounce it. And when she got there, indeed she couldn't. I wonder if she learned anything from that, like, for example, practicing beforehand. Come to think of it, I wonder if this was the first time she'd done it.
About 50 mile before Bellefonte (my destination for tonight) there was one of the most specific local attraction signs I've seen: it said "(at 2280 ft) the highest point on I-80 east of the Mississippi". I bet none of you can match that! It is a beautiful day, and I'm in lovely rolling (still bare) wooded hills.
Bellefonte is where the American Philatelic Society keeps its library, so I know my way around here.
Later that night, I went out for some beer. I started in the poshest bar, where they keep their beer and their grown-up ladies in good condition, but there were not only no grown-up ladies on duty, they were selling Sierra Nevada Pale Ale on draft. Since I was staying out-of-town, and therefore driving, I decided not to trust myself, so I didn't stop. The next choice was my favourite redneck bar outside of town, but since it would require a difficult drive back along back roads, I wasn't too keen. As I was dithering, a new pub leapt to my eyes. As I got in, they not only had Troegg's, the local brew, and Yeungling's, a fairly moderate ale, they had a duty grown-up lady waiting at the bar to greet me. She hung on my every word; wanted my opinion on everything. I gave a long expose (now, now!) on the various beers I had encountered on my trip. She was captivated. Turned out the place had recently opened, and she was la patronne. Grown-up ladies are so much more fun than truck drivers. She didn't want to listen to any Gilbert and Sullivan, she wanted to listen to me.