Not quite night, but close enough. This is where I slept at night when at my cousin's place. He and his wife have a lovely log cabin home not far from Harrisburg in Mount Gretna, a woodsy resort where we used to go swimming as kids.
People in Hershey, Pennsylvania, get 'kissed' every day, if they look up and see these overhead street lights. They don't melt, either! (These aluminum foil-covered candies are called 'Hershey's Kisses.')
This happy cow at Hershey's Chocolate Town tour ride snaps your photo as you exit....but I got her first.
Comedian Jackie Gleason said "How sweet it is!" about Brooklyn on his show "The Honeymooners," but inhabitants of Hershey, Pennsylvania, America's chocolate town, believe it's sweeter here! I took a tour of the Chocolate Town Exhibit, which is a far cry (for the better, in a way!) of the tours I took as a kid. Back then, you could tour the real factory, come finger-licking close to the vats of chocolate, and no one had heard of safety precautions! All the same, this tour was fun. 
I continue my Pennsylvania journey down Memory Lane. For me, this image reminds me so much of the Sunday drives in the country we used to take when I was a kid. Some things don't change much.
Ah, who says you can't go home again? In Pennsylvania I enjoyed tasting some of my favorite foods from my youth....they just tasted a bit different, or is it my tastebuds that have changed? In any case, here you see the sandwich-meat-of-my-youth, Lebanon bologna, the sweet kind, a pack of Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets, and in the back, a bottle of Birch Beer! (For those readers not familiar with Birch Beer and its relative, Root Beer, they're not alcoholic beers, but rather brews originally made from bark/roots, more like soft drinks now.)
Inside the Pennsylvania State Museum in Harrisburg are many wonderful exhibits. Here, my cousin, who was a volunteer fireman, is photographing an old firetruck. Very pretty and quaint, but I think most of us are happy the modern ones will arrive much faster.
Finally moving on to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my birthplace. In this photo I am standing on a stone map of Pennsylvania that lies in front of the Pennsylvania State Museum. I visited the museum to see again (saw it a long time ago) a painting done by my great-great grandfather, which had been donated a while back. My mother's side of the family has been in America since 1739, which I guess is a long time for a "Yankee."
My friend and I were surprised by this white peacock (actually, I think it was a peahen) while visiting the garden beside the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine in New York. Her companion, flaunting much bolder colors, chose not to model for me as she did.
I'm winding down my NYC photos; about to move on to Pennsylvania.
