I was thinking yesterday, about my birthplace, and old home town, Williamsport, Pa. Above is a typical winter scene from the old icebox town. It was a great place to spend my early years - used to walk to the end of the street in South Williamsport, and directly up the mountain. I was a real "ridge runner". Now live in Florida, and enjoy the heat, and the flat. Miss my grandmas, and Uncle Jim. My folks live in Montoursville, just to the east, and brother, Steve lives in Williamsport. Wish I could see them more. The wife hates it up there, and vows never to return. Oh well.
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