Monday morning at the Autumn Hills Rest Home
“Well, now what? The Little League World Series is over for another year.”
“Sad, isn’t it? We all enjoyed the games so much.”
“Hey, next year, let’s go to Williamsport and watch the games.”
“Where is Williamsport? In Virginia?”
“No, you idiot, it’s in Pennsylvania.”
“Hmmm. Wonder where in Pennsy?”
“Yea, Pennsylvania only has 3 cities: Pittsburgh, Philly and Harrisburg. The rest of it is all Amish.”
“What about Gettysburg? That’s in Pennsylvania.”
“That was bombed out during the war.”
“What war? Not the civil war. They didn’t have bombs then.”
“Well, you know what I mean.”
“My cousin lives in PA, in Scranton.”
“Is he Amish?”
“Gee, I really don’t know. I haven’t heard from him in years.”
“That’s because he has no telephone. No electricity, no car, just a horse and buggy.”
“But boy, can they cook. I stopped once in Lancaster and had the best meal.”
“Like what? What did you eat?”
“Well, it was a large restaurant and they had a tremendous buffet, with all kinds of wonderful food, and the best desserts.”
“No kidding. Let’s go there instead. Where is that in Pennsy?”
“I’m not sure. But it was in Amish country.”
“Big help that is. Pennsylvania is a big state. How are we gonna find that restaurant?”
“Is it near Williamsport?”
“I don’t have the foggiest idea. I thought Williamsport was in Ohio.”
“So much for that idea. We better stay here and watch the series on TV.”
“Yea, we might get lost in Amish country, eating, and with no electricity, we couldn’t even see the game.”
“Such a shame. A big state like that, and no TV.”
Wolf