I’m not sure if sitting in a Pennsylvania diner is really getting the muses going, but this article needs an introduction and I’m the man for the job.
This weekend, everyone’s favorite New York handicapper finds himself abroad to visit his sister, and I have to admit that I’m not cut out for country living. Waiting outside the Waffle Shop North in State College this morning, my family and I experienced our first squall. I don’t know the exact definition of a squall, but I can describe it well enough now. In one moment, visibility decreased to 30 feet as sudden gusts of wind blew snow around like Super Bowl confetti. There was an inch on the ground within minutes, but it ended as soon as it began. This place is bizarre.