I’m back

I’m back
: And you didn’t even know I was gone. I get a little paranoid telling the world we’re away. And thanks to my handy, dandy Treo 600, I was able to use it as a modem (at 145 kps), avoiding the usurious hotel access fees.

We went to Hershey, which seemed like a good idea. It’s a bit of a rip-off and they are surprisingly clueless about children, for a brand built on decaying children’s teeth. The reputed children’s menu at the we’re-too-fancy-we-know-it’s-not-New-York-but-we-can-act-like-it-restaurant had goat-cheese risotto. Show me one kid on earth who’ll eat goat-cheese risotto (French excepted). The amusement park is empty but they still charge you $6 for parking.

We still prefer Skytop.

Well, actually, we just prefer being home.

: Oh, yes, and I forgot to mention how silly it was seeing little kids hug a walking York Peppermint Patty.

I was holding out to hug a Reese’s Piece.

  • Hershey Park itself is a weird exercise in corporate ideology – Disney World without the charm. Hershey itself freaks me out – the hershey-kisses streetlamps are creepy, in my opinion. Still, I’ve often stopped by the candy store at Hershey Park when visiting RL gatherings of virtual communities. It’s the closest thing we have to something pop-culturally distinctive in Central Pennsylvania besides militias, deer hunting and the Amish. License-plate-sized candy bars are ever so much more portable than heavily-armed men or picturesque religious zealots.

  • If you really want a trip visit the Milton Hershey School campus (where I spent 9 years of my life). The best description I have ever read was “the Truman Show meets Boys Town”.

  • I hate to say it, because it sounds so obnoxious, but my two-year-old probably would love goat’s cheese risotto —