Not too bad, here.

Paul and I took a couple days last week and headed up to a friend's inn up in the mountains of Pennsylvania. The place used to be a "drummer's hotel", where salesmen and business types could get a bed whilst doing business in town. It sits across the street from the railroad and the site of the town's station, the latter long gone but the former still an important transport artery. Just sat, talked, read, watched the trains go by. A couple days of peace.

Otherwise, not much going on here!

Hope all are well, and happy Father's Day.