Ah, California.... (Another "C"), home of the wacky and wonderful. In this shop they were selling chocolate covered candies of all kinds, including these chocolate-covered scorpions. They also had dried salted scorpions, worms, and crickets, along with the chocolate-covered ones.
This Jolly Roger has been made even jollier by the addition of the Smiley face flag on this boat docked at Morro Bay. Almost makes you welcome pirates aboard your ship!
I went to visit a very dear friend in San Luis Obispo, and we made some short side trips. These two surfers are carrying their boards toward the ocean on Pismo Beach. I graduated from high school in southern California in the '60's at the height of surfomania, and whenever I return, it's a major case of nostalgia for me. I couldn't get Beach Boys' tunes out of my head....nor did I want to.
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.)Went through the old municipality of Zemun, which was once part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Lots of beautiful architecture.
