Writing this with one finger, from the passenger seat of my Corolla. That’s the only caveat, mea culpa, pardon me I’m going to offer in advance for typos, etc. I also take no responsibility for auto-correct.
We’re on 81, about 50 Miles from Hazelton. Destination: Scranton. Obviously.
Worried. I’ve got a wedding dress to fit into in less than three months and all I can think about is the Texas wieners chili cheese dog at Coney Island, the Texas wiener cheeseburger omelet at Keystone or the daily special at Chicks. And, of course, I can’t forget the cannoli chips at PNC Park, otherwise known as “that stadium where the Rail Riders play.”
Who doesn’t like diner food?? What I cherish more than home-cooked meals, though, is the atmosphere. Diners evoke that Cheers feeling – a place where everybody knows your name – and the coffee’s always hot!
And nobody does friendly better than Scranton
Finding Scranton 