I am corresponding right now from a McDonald’s somewhere around central Pennsylvania, and lemme tell you, I no longer consider McDonald’s a Wi-Fi hotspot. I don’t consider a place where I have to pay for Internet a hotspot at all. But no, I’m not using McDonald’s fascist connection, which I can’t use without paying. I’m using a free unsecured connection that is unrelated to McDonald’s but that I can still access from inside of McDonald’s. I love that free Internet feeling.
I think I only have a few minutes here before we leave, which means no more correspondence until Saturday at least. My regur
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That was all that was, apparently, of a correspondence post I was trying to make last…Thursday. I had written over a paragraph-and-a-half more before I hit “send”, whereupon I discovered that McDonald’s had dropped its hammer and shut me out from the free connection I had found. Turns out the “att” network was part of McDonald’s somehow. Lucky for me, I guess, that portion of the post was saved, thanks to beautiful, beautiful WordPress.
The reason for my correspondence, as I think I might have mentioned but am not sure and am not going to go back to check right now, was that I was in a special place, a magical place, without Internet. The place is called Zook & Lyter’s. I’ve been going there ever since I was born, every year, once a year. I love it there. Plenty of people, like my brother, may find it boring. But I just love it up there. It’s the most serene and beautiful place I’ve ever been, and there’s nothing big to it. It’s not a tourist trap. It’s just, there. Seven cabins by the Juniata River. A see-saw, sandbox, some swings, some monkey bars, all for the kiddies. Two docks, canoe rentals, a nearby access area; it’s great for fishing, something else we used to do every year with my now late Poppop. But I don’t recommend the sandbox. It’s dirty in there, man. Beautiful water, beautiful tree-covered mountains just beyond it, beautiful fields and landscapes in general. White squirrels, though we didn’t see any this year. We did see a skunk though. And I drove!
I really love Zook & Lyter’s. I’ll never get tired of it. I got the raw inspiration that I expected I’d get when I was up there, but I couldn’t make anything of it. It was too raw. It came and went before the week was over. Most of the time I played Super Nintendo games on the laptop. Though, I did get a summer AP Art assignment started. I just need to shade some stuff now.
There are Amish there, too. Now, everytime I say that to someone, they think, “Oh yeah, Lancaster”. NO. It’s not Lancaster, damn it. It’s about an hour or two WEST of Lancaster. Yeah, undisturbed Amish. People misunderstand the Amish. They don’t like photos because it’s too vain to have a photo taken, not because it’ll steal their soul. They can use electricity, as long as things are battery-operated. They have a phone. I mean, they do business with non-Amish. They get rides in cars. You don’t know Amish.
Or maybe you do. I don’t know. I don’t know you.
