Detour to Dubois

No udder steakah place like ah dis-ah

You kids stop cutting across my lawn!

Mohney-Yargar Funeral Chapel

Stereoscopic vanishing points!

A couple hours drive east of Youngstown, which included stoppage because of a cow on the interstate, I needed to take a walk and get an iced tea.  The skies were threatening rain so I was thinking a grocery store would fit the bill.  I could get something to drink, walk the aisles, and not get wet.  Dubois was the only town that looked big enough to have a proper grocery store.  It started pouring as I walked from my car to the store.  Ten minutes later the rain let up.  I decided to go into town proper and walk around.

I'm glad I got a chance to see the town as it had a distinct personality.  I'm not sure how to describe that personality but it was distinct.

As an aside, let me propose, without any data other than my informal observations while traveling and having grown up in a rural town, that the number of goth kids in rural towns is directly proportional to the number of "stay off my lawn" and "no loitering" signs in that town and inversely proportional to the number of activities for those kids to participate in.

Dubois' most famous native is Tom Mix, the silent movie cowboy.  The second most famous native is the great 1970s Yankees relief pitcher Sparky Lyle, he of the pranks, ever-present chaw of tobacco, and elaborate mustache.  You may have wondered "where did Sparky get that elaborate mustache?"  Having been in his hometown I believe I found the answer:  The Pennsylvania Academy of Cosmetology:  Arts and Sciences.

Stay tuned...