local locale: York museum

Among several museums, we chose the industrial one, featuring transportation. The station wagon was so named because it carried stuff to the train station--this one built in York in the year my Lehman grandparents were married--1906. Seems that York and tons of towns were bustling with early auto builders. Then cheaper factories appeared in Detroit and those jobs were "shipped" there. Hmm, sounds familiar. Midwest then, China now. Get it? Doesn't mean I like it. Seeing our local carriages every day makes me forget how elegant one can be.

After Thanksgiving

All the big things--the wedding and Thanksgiving--are over. Now time to take a break.

How to kick back and relax a day? Go to the big, bustling city. Find the Renoir exhibit. The sign's big enough.

The museum itself is some kind of work of art. It must have just been scrubbed. The Renoir pieces were all landscapes, his earlier work. So beautiful while we are living in an autumnal picture of yellow and red trees.

On the way home we can't miss a stop at Ikea for an office storage unit and a Swedish meatball.