Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.

Earl and I have settled in for the night in the lovely city of Wilkes-Barre, Pa. This is Earl’s old stomping ground, having spent a couple of years here in the mid 1990s. While I’ve driven through Wilkes-Barre on countless occasions, I believe this is the first time I’ve spent the night here.

Today was an enjoyable, yet relatively uneventful day at a family picnic down in Earl’s hometown. We haven’t seen most of the family since Christmas, so it was a good chance to catch up on family news, share some laughs and giggle a little bit.

We had originally intended on driving home tonight, but we were sidetracked by grumbling stomachs and a wonderful diner in a now forgotten small town in the Poconos. Nothing gets you through the Poconos like a chicken gyro and a piece of cheesecake.