Love is good. Love with noodles is better.
(I think it's an Amish saying. It sounds like it.)
Come walk with me.
After posting "Temporary Tacking" just after midnight, I retired to bed. When I awoke I could not stand on my left leg. Trying to get around my apartment has been severely painful. I have to grab a hold of everything if I want to move from one place to another. If it doesn't improve by Monday I will have to hobble to the RiteAid and buy some crutches. That's normally a 15 minute walk.
I am one of those that the crack pots are trying to deprive of health insurance.
So if you happen to see an old geezer looking like Sasquatch with a NY Yankees cap on, limping down the street, that's me. Wave
Years ago, when I was living in New York, I drove to Allenberry, Pennsylvania, to see my friend Lowell performing in an Offenbach operetta. On the way I passed through the Amish territory. At one spot there was a yard sale, so I stopped to look. Among the items on display were some beautiful cedar chests. While I was fussing with one, trying to get it open, a young Amish man with his straw hat came over and showed me how to open it. I was very impressed. I told him I was on my way to Allenberry but wanted to stop by on my way back. He gave me his card which read "Eli Lapp" with a small drawing of a map to his shop.
On the way back home I tried very hard to find his shop using the map but I wasn't able to do it. Disappointed,I went back to New York.
The following summer Lowell was again back at the Allenberry Playhouse, this time doing Gilbert and Sullivan. So I drove back out to see him. I had saved the map in my wallet, so on the way I tried again to find Mr. Lapp and his cedar chests. Following the map I turned down a side road and saw a humble sign that told me I had found it.
There was a house with a driveway next to it. I went down the driveway to the back where there was a barn with a horse and buggy. There were two little Amish kids sitting on the back porch. When they saw me they jumped up and ran inside. A few moments later here came Eli. I told him about stopping off at the yard sale the year before and about unsuccessfully trying to find his shop. I explained that I was on my way to Allenberry but would like to look at his chests. He opened the door to the barn and we went in to his workshop. The one chest that caught my eye had a sign on it that said "sold." I said it was the one I wanted. He said he had just made another one like it and went into the back to bring it out. I asked him the price. It was very reasonable. Remarkably so. I paid him and the two of us huffed and puffed to get it into the back seat of the Toyota I was driving. It almost didn't fit, but we got it in. He told me had taken doors off of cars to get them in. I said "Yes. I'll bet you have." One wouldn't want to leave one of those chests behind because it didn't fit in a car.
I had many years of pleasure owning that chest. That was decades ago. I don't know if he's still working. I hope so I don't remember the name of the town but if you find yourself in the Pennsylvania Amish area, (Paradise, Bird In Hand, Fertility, Gap), seek out Eli Lapp. You'll be glad you did.
Lots of sunshine to you.
Weekend Head Scratcher
Two of the items below do not belong on the list.
Which one's are they and why?
3 good answers so far.