If you know Erie, PA, then you know the phrase. But that doesn’t mean the saying rings true. I myself have said it before, but there’s a lot more to my thoughts on Erie than summing it up as a rainy little town on a great big lake.
the long-awaited arrival, at which time my brother and I were reunited with our cousins and would immediately race to their basement where an unending loop of bumper bikes/ would ensue for hours
WALDAMEER – it may not be the biggest amusement park, but it kept us happy for a loooong time
drive-by’s past “the castle” where my great grandmother once lived – and which, at least now, bears no resemblance to a castle
Erie is all of these things to me. But how could a mistake be so beautiful?