No, I’m not alluding to WC Fields’ famous epitaph. Instead I’m considering just how three sets of our friends ended up in Pennsylvania, of all places. It’s not that Pennsylvania is a bad place, far from it. But it’s odd how our friends have unintentionally congregated.
There will be some who note they’ve all strayed to the far side of the Atlantic, not close enough for us to just drop in. And to you I say, all things considered, I’d rather you were in Philadelphia.
I suppose there’s nothing for it. We’ll have to head out there periodically. It’s no great hardship. All we have to do is avoid the humid summers and the snowy winters. There must be a couple of decent months to aim for.