Some people, and they are a rare breed, know just what you're thinking when you look at them.
Two such friends, Erin and Christine, came all the way from Houghton to Lancaster late on a Wednesday night a week and a half ago! They went to Sears every day that they were here. They went first on Thursday to make an optical appointment, then Friday to buy a plunger--thanks, Don--then to attend said appointment on Saturday, then Sunday to make it an even four times.
Also eventful during their visit: on Saturday night we sought to attend the Wolf Explosion's performance at New Holland Coffee Co. Unfortunately, we found ourselves lost. Not just any lost: a half an hour in the wrong direction kind of lost. Don't worry, it's possible. When we finally arrived, we were really glad. And we ended up at Prince Street Cafe (where else, Lancastrians?) playing a game of double Dutch Blitz (what else, Mennonites?) and having a grand time of it, too!
It was surreal and wonderful to have a small Houghton community sitting in my very own Prince Street Cafe. It was good. I wonder how many times in my life I have had the privilege to be around so many kindred spirits. It happens more often than I could have hoped.
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