For those of you who enjoy #scrantontweets, I give you #scrantonscenes.
Did you know that Scranton is The Electric City? If you watch The Office, yeah, you probably did.
This sign has been there for ages. I took a picture for you, but it would have been more impressive at night. Sorry.
This is the Courthouse. It’s quite attractive, I think.
Some of NEPA’s more passionate folks even started an Occupy Scranton movement. It was, well, small.
In other news, my father got a new metal detector for Christmas. Obviously this was not a surprise. He picked it out, ordered it online and Mom paid.
It came complete with earphones. And a hat. Dad agreed to model.
It also came with a card. Dad did the ordering, and the card customization.
When Christmas was over, Mom and Dad were kind enough to drive me and my loot back to NYC. We had a very fine, somewhat boozy lunch at Pellegrino’s. The booze was needed after the stressful parking experience.
Mom photobombed atomically.
And then they went back to Scranton, and I resumed being the goofily happy girl in Brooklyn. The end.