I am sitting here hearing the wind occasionally and it’s reminding me a lot of going to the mountains with Pop and/or my dad as a kid growing up. My dad went more during the fall and winter for hunting plus at that time he wasn’t umpiring and my brothers weren’t playing baseball. One of the things that I remember so fondly is the first fall days like this which it would be cold and windy and the first snow flurries of the year which I’m sure they had today.
They were on sale so we picked up to boxes of blueberries when we were at the store last week. I just now got around to eating them and unlike most times they were sweet and had an awesome blueberry flavor. It brought back good memories of being a kid or even an adult going to eight bees and playing in the woods. When they were ripe I’d spend lots of times eating blue berries straight off the blueberry bushes.
I used to get this pizza all the time when I went to the mountains with my grandfather. It was the Hazleton area. I’ve been wanting to find it again and knew it was only local to that area but couldn’t remember what it was called. Last Saturday we were geocaching in the Reading area and stopped by Sonic to eat and started talking to someone from Allentown. I had to ask if they knew what it was called and they did.