Doylestown, Pennsylvania

6656 - 6818

My journey on Wednesday, September 9 took me from Connecticut to Doylestown, Pennsylvania, where I stayed with my college friend John Willingham.

I was awakened by a call from my friend Judy Catanese, who lives in Trumbull, Connecticut. I had not been able to reach her via email. Seems she deleted my message entitled "TJ is coming your way" as creepy internet porn in the same realm as penis enlargements. My telephone message was not received until way too late. So she gave me crap about not being persistent, and I truly regret not being more so, as an evening with Judy and her unfiltered views of the world around her would have been a delight. So I have promised to visit when my sister Sarah and I return to inter the last of my father's ashes in the columbarium at his church on the Cape.

I had the joy of travelling on I-95 and the NJ Turnpike. "Joy" is quite sarcastic. I did stop at a Service Area on the NJ Turnpike to see if it was as bizarre as the last time I travelled this route. Cheri and I were on the way to DC and it was in the dark of night. Going through this industrial wasteland and its bizare lights and plumes of flame was surreal in itself, but a Service Area in the dead of night was like visting a spaceport from Star Wars; all manner of humanoid types and aliens for your entertainment (or fear). I am afraid in daylight the entertainment factor was far less.

I made one stop, in Trenton, New Jersey, to see the World's Biggest Tooth. It is part of a whole series of large abstract art along a stretch in Trenton. I particularily like the added statues of two puzzled people.

I blue highwayed through Pennsylvania countryside to Doylestown. John is pastor of the impressive Doylestown Presbyterian Church, and is enjoying a sabbatical himself, so we had a great time catching up.

This morning we travelled further into the countryside to enjoy a country breakfast at Emil's Restaurant in Perkasie, Pennsylvania. No, I did not try the Old Fashioned Oyster Pie.

Today I am travelling through Pennsylvania Dutch Country, and will end up visting Greg Sherrill, my college friend and fraternity brother, in Herndon, Virgina, near Dulles outside DC.