All this talk about turkey this week has reminded me of something. A memory long buried, (or should I say frozen?) – and perhaps best left so, but alas, here follows the story!
Mrs. Working Stiff is visiting her parents in the Detroit are for this Thanksgiving weekend. I was with my own family in Cape May for a few days but returned home for the bulk of the weekend and am trying to make the most of my time. (See prior blog entry re: Operation Fireside.)
After breakfast this morning I drove out to the historic town of Phoenixville, PA, about 20 miles away and roughly to the west, just a few miles from Valley Forge National Park. Phoenixville has a charming downtown area with lots of shops and restaurants to check out and sample. The area where I parked and strolled around, the eastern part of Bridge Street, was somewhat bohemian and seemed to be favored by a young-ish crowd who enjoyed the Steel City Coffee house and the incense-burning gift shops. It looked like a great place to have a meal, a stroll, and some holiday shopping. I have personally made a mental note to take the wife there for an evening of seasonal merry-making next month!