...so Mark and Lori, decide to go to the show via Limo, (he has disposable income - we do not), and we drive from the opposite direction to meet up at the show via our car. We kept in contact via cell phone. As they were sipping martini's - we were sipping Sams Choice water daintly from a plastic bottle...(again, the juxtapostion of the night's unfolding events was not lost on me.)
A couple of miles outside of Reading, we were slowed up by a traffic jam, a car had struck a telephone poll and knocked out electricity for miles around the scenic hills of Pennsylvania. I worried if Cher's dressing room lights had flickered...
Finally we made it into town. For those of you who have not been to Reading - let me draw you a picture. Reading is really a lovely little town nestled in a valley between tree covered mountainsides. When viewed from the famous Reading Pagota, which is situated at the top of their tallest mountain - it looks exactly like a little christmas village one might find under a christmas tree with a miniature train running around -
...Little church steeples, little mossy tree lined streets - little cars - with little pedestrians, little blinking street lights, little smoking factories, little warehouses and little fire houses, and of course, the little train tracks with the little train, tooting its little horn, running off in the distance...
It's a place right off a Currier and Ives postcard. It's a scene from under Cuzauntie Snookie's (Wish I were back in Pennsylvania for Christmas, because cactus Christmas trees still look funny) Christmas tree...
Reading is really a nice, blue collared, hard working, weekend warrior, hog riding, Cher loving, back hills, Pennsylvania kinda town. It's a nice place to visit. Billy Joel even wrote a song about it - no wait - that was Allentown...
Some people grow up their whole lives there. Some people move out as fast as they can there. The town's motto goes something like - "Live and let live...can I have another Bud lite please?"
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