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May 22, 2010

It’s an overcast day in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, as I begin the fourth week of my trip. I’ve been in Doylestown for two nights already, and yesterday I had a fantastic museum day that included all three of Henry Chapman Mercer’s concrete marvels. My host, Laura, lives a few miles outside of town in a large brick house that predates the Revolutionary War and was reportedly a brothel at one point. She has two chickens, Parm and Marsala, and this morning, for the first time, I ate my very first fresh straight-from-the-chicken egg. Then I went out and picked up Parm. Is it weird that I’ve lived this long without ever having held a live chicken?

Me and Parm

I’d intended to ride north today, but Laura invited me to stay for another night, which made sense given my itinerary. My next stop is Phillipsburg, New Jersey (about 40 miles away), where I’m hoping to learn a bit more about my father’s side of the family. According to old census and immigration records, I have great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents who emigrated there in the 1870s from Germany and eventually died there. I’d like to see if I can find some old homes or graves, and since I won’t be able to visit the Phillipsburg library or city records office till Monday, I decided to hunker down here for the day and get some writing done. I’ve fallen far, far behind in chronicling this ride, due to a combination of a lack of time and energy; a generous amount of socializing with my wonderful hosts; and an excess of places visited that I want to write more than four words about. But from now on, the destinations become fewer and farther between, which will hopefully mean I won’t get as logjammed as I’ve gotten. My apologies for the jumble. Let’s see if I can finally finish up New Jersey and move on to Pennsylvania and Delaware (and then back to Pennsylvania).

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  1. May 22, 2010 11:24 pm

    Dig the chicken! Hey, if you couch-surf at my sister Liz’s place in Pittsburgh, she will probably ask you to hold one of her chickens (perhaps the one that looks like the chicken in this picture above!) for a photo in a series she’s doing of people holding her chickens. Awesome about the groovy goings-on, talk soon!

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