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Nate's Photo Journal |
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At Home In PA With Brian Van Fossen 10/06/2002 |
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This weekend I went home to Penn State with Brian Van Fossen. It was nice to get out of the city, especially with snipers just beginning to cause havoc in the surrounding area. Being in the mountains reminded me of Maine. I appreciated spending time with Brian and meeting his family. His mother was a very nice woman who kept feeding me in a hospitable polish sort of way. Brian joked that the polish trick is to feed you then put you to work. You can see Brian cleaning the |
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the windows for his mother. I took the picture so that my mother can see what a good son actually looks like. Mom, contrast this image with one of me sitting on the couch complaining. I didn't get any pictures of the Van Fossen dog, but he's a cute little fella-when he's not prancing around, eating grass, or having bladder control issues. The community of Nanitoke is similar in many ways to the mill towns of Maine, except much larger. The area was very much built around the many coal mines which have gone out of business. Some of the old homes reminded me of the places surrounding the mill in Old Town. Anyway, Saturday Brian and I took a ride out to Ricketts Glen State Park and hiked a 6 mile loop around the stream looking at all the water falls. I kept wishing I had a fishing pole. |
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Saturday evening we headed back to the District and to a week of midterms, studying, and social dinners. The three and a half hours of driving flew by as fast as my mouth flapped. It was good to have an opportunity to talk, although I'm afraid I babbled on and on too much- although Brian didn't seem to mind. We discussed everything from the seminary dress code, to various issues in the priesthood, to college stories about women and beer. Sunday morning I had Sacristan duty. I forgot to tell Henry I was leaving and so he set everything up for me the night before. |
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