It is funny how small things trigger memories. Sitting at a park yesterday, hearing the distant traffic on 283 reminded me of hearing the traffic on I-80 up at eight bees.
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I could eat some pitza from Senapes. That was one of the things I ate a lot of at the mountains when we camped at 8 bees near Hazleton. It was just so good.
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Last night they were talking about gypsy moths on the news. That reminded me of them eating everything green up the mountains when I was a kid. The summer looked like winter because off of the plants were bare and leafless.
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