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Women are from Venus, Chocolate is from Mars

Yesterday, I went with one of my new colleagues to E-town’s Convocation. She was taking pictures, and I was tagging along to experience the tradition. As she was taking pictures of the crowd before the procession began, I couldn’t help but inhale. After all, that’s part of surviving.

When I inhaled nasally, the smell of chocolate chip cookies spread throughout my olfactory cavity.

“Do you smell cookies?” I asked the photographer. The dining services staff was working on setting up tents for the All-College Picnic to follow the Convocation. Freshly-baked cookies for dessert, I thought to myself. But how did they get the ovens outside? I’ve seen tiny portable ovens before, but for hundreds of people? Would everyone get a cookie?

“That’s M&M/Mars. It always smells like that,” she replied with a smile.

It wasn’t cookies. It was chocolate. Being made. But it smelled just like cookies baking in the oven. I wondered what was being done at the moment. Was it the chocolate being made from the cocoa? Or, was a batch of Peanut Butter M&Ms (my favorite) being made? Joe and I had passed the manufacturing facility while we were exploring Elizabethtown, but I didn’t realize the chocolaty smell lingered all the way to campus. Mmm!

Today, on my way to campus I had my windows down (which I hand-rolled, by the way). As I turned on to Chestnut from High on onto to College Ave., I smelled that smell again. What a pleasant way to start each morning.

(As a side bar — chocolate bar in this case– I learned that Mars makes a lot more than I thought – Skittles and Altoids, for example. I also read in the latest Elizabethtown College alumni magazine that Frank Mars – a fourth generation of the family owners of the company — spoke on campus.)

When the time rolls around where I crave chocolate more than other times of the month, you may just find me at the edge of campus getting some respiratory therapy for PMS. Chocolate inhalers. Now there’s a good idea.


A Barrom Brawl: Digital Jukeboxes vs. CD Jukeboxes

Touch Tunes Digital JukeboxGone are the days where you can say, “I love that bar. It’s got a great jukebox.” Now, most bars have the same freaking jukebox.

There’s an award or two hanging above the “jukebox” of my favorite bar. That’s right. Hops & Barleys won Best Jukebox in NEPA in the Weekender’s Readers Choice Awards a time or two. Or more. But, I originally put jukebox in quotes here because the jukebox that won those awards is no longer there. I miss the old, REAL, jukebox. It’s replacement is not very cool At all. Here are reasons why I don’t like digital jukeboxes as much as the old ones that played CDs. Hops joined the digital jukebox bandwagon and I still love the place, but I long for old one.

Ah, nostalgia.

I remember going to Hops for the first time, and loving the jukebox. In fact, when I turned 21 and started going out to bars, I almost enjoyed seeing the selection of songs as much as the beers on tap. A bar’s jukebox in a way defined the bar, created its typical atmosphere, drew a certain crowd. The jukebox at Hops had the token Bon Jovi. It even had a standards variety CD that had Happy Birthday and the Star Spangled Banner. I knew my jukebox picks by heart:

  • Tom Petty’s “Don’t Do Me Like That” (from Greatest Hits) was 2006.

  • CCR’s “Down on the Corner” (from Chronicle) was 2808.

For those reasons and more, I wish bars still kept their own jukeboxes where they selected the songs/albums from the vending company from which they rented the machine. Sure, digital jukeboxes save a little room and cost less to make/ship/store/maintain, but I think there are more negative aspects of digital jukeboxes.

cd jukebox

I miss these. Dearly.

Reasons why I don’t care too much for digital jukeboxes:

1. No full albums

You may at first say, “Wow! Digital jukeboxes are great. You can search for ANYTHING!” Yes, you can. Mostly. However, even on an album full of hits, like the White album, two or three songs will show up. If you want a deep cut, you pay more. No. This doesn’t work for me. First of all, album cuts never really got airplay. So, being able to experience them opens you up to new songs. If you don’t even KNOW what other songs are there other than the hits, you would NEVER know to search for them. So, in a real jukebox, you may flip to a CD and see the whole list. Maybe one time, you’ll stray from the norm and play something from the album you didn’t know, or forgot about. With the digital jukeboxes, you get to choose from a few songs when you touch CD cover on the screen. Not cool.

2. Play next? No. Wait your turn, jerk!

The reason I am writing this post today is because I almost cried last night. I felt like I was on a Fox News TV debate (only I was the only head talking) as I proclaimed my distaste for the Touch Tunes digital jukebox at Hops. It was my graduation and I was celebrating. I arrived at 8:00 p.m. and the bar was not packed at all. I put $5 in. I think that got me 18-20 songs. I started with Tom Petty’s “Don’t Do Me Like That” and ended with Tom Petty’s “Mary Jane’s Last Dance.” In the middle, Joe and I picked songs from Violent Femmes, Bon Jovi, O.A.R, Gin Blossoms, John Mellencamp and others. But, the starting and ending with a Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers song was my little trick so I knew when my songs began and ended. I’ve been doing that 10 years, no matter where I go. (Because coincidentally, nearly every single jukebox I have encountered always had Tom Petty’s Greatest Hits.)

And that leads me to the worst button known to mankind (next to that big, red detonation button on a nuclear bomb) – PLAY NEXT. In the four hours we were at Hops, we heard two of my songs. TWO.

People continually hit PLAY NEXT. I spent $5. I should be able to hear my songs. Why should someone else’s song get played before mine? I think that money-making tactic is a little unfair. If the beer line is long at a concert, I never shout, “Hey! I’ll pay you $1 extra – $11 total – for this Miller Lite if you serve me NEXT!”

We are taught since nursery school to wait in line for our turn. Old jukeboxes played songs in a row. None of this PLAY NEXT option nonsense. I left at midnight, still wanting to stay to hear my songs. It was not to get my $5 worth. It was because it was a special night and I wanted to create my own little soundtrack. All the impatient play nexters won.

3. No spontaneity & a need for ginko biloba. No more randomness.

Everyone has their few favorite songs and artists. But, when faced with making jukebox decisions with digital jukeboxes, you must know exactly what you are looking for. Sure, if I want to hear Tom Petty, I can hit the “P” button and scroll through the albums and songs. However, what if I am not sure what I want to hear? I have to make mental notes of all the people I like and search for them. It is very hard to just FIND something at random because to look through the entire jukebox would mean scrolling through an entire freaking alphabet. How time consuming!

In the old days, like me, I had my fave songs memorized, but I enjoyed flipping through the pages and seeing what the jukebox had to offer. So often, I would accidentally stumble upon an artist I liked but always forgot about. Case in point, I love “Fat Bottom Girls” from Queen, but I always forget about Queen, so I never hit “Q” on the digital jukebox. However, if I am casually flipping through a real jukebox, I may see it and say, “Oh wow! Queen! I forgot.”

There is no element of surprise. No hidden nuggets. No spontaneity. Digital jukeboxes have nothing on the oldies. People always say “browse” the web. It’s a term, yeah, but it’s not true. People really “search” the web. Unless you know exactly where you want to go and directly type in the address or use a bookmark, you search the web. This is the same thing for digital jukeboxes. You can’t just randomly run into a cool sale item on a clearance rack… nope. You need to look for something specifically. Ugh.

4. Super Search does not mean you can hear ANYTHING you want

I won’t name names, but there are a few NEPA bars that program their Touch Tunes digital jukeboxes to exclude certain genres. For example, one bar in a “bad” neighborhood blocked rap. Another classier bar blocked hair metal. So, even though at its heart it seems as if the Super Search function opens bar patrons to a world of music, it doesn’t always work that way. In fact, this does in a way make it similar to the real jukeboxes where the albums are what is there, and that’s that – the owner can control what CDs are in a real jukebox, just as a bar owner can choose to exclude a song or an entire genre in his own playlist on his digital jukebox. I do happen to like this feature, however I list this here as a negative because people have the misconception that you can find anything. Seriously. Do a search at some bars and you will find a very popular band may not show up at all. That could crush or frustrate users who are under the illusion they can choose any song.

These are four reasons I don’t like digital jukeboxes. I could seriously go on, but I think I’ve said enough. I get that they make more money for the bar because they are based on some great sales techniques. But, let’s not forget that places that have bars probably make most of their money from food and beverages — however, it’s the great atmosphere that keeps people also coming back. It truly makes me sad that four hours can go by and I don’t hear more than two of my songs. I don’t find the same joy in picking my songs because I have to search for songs and then always end up playing the same ones because under the pressure I can’t always remember all the bands that I have ever liked. I much prefer to scroll through and pick the best songs from a set selection in a real jukebox.

You know what NEPA bar still has a good jukebox? Dugan’s in Luzerne. I know a few wonderful people go there specifically for the jukebox. It is a reflection on the owner and on the crowd. It’s great little place with good food, good beer selection, and even though I said it, I’ll say it again – a good jukebox.

Other Hops and Barley jukebox memories to show you how much that old machine meant to me:

1999- I met a past long-term boyfriend at the jukebox. I mean, it ended up not working, but there were years of memories and that’s where we met.

2001- An old review I wrote of Jessica Andrews, Who I Am CD, where I worked in hanging out at Hops and the jukebox.

2003 – I reviewed Hops on a then-new local review site, Barmesier. My review mentioned the killer jukebox.

2007 – An interview with Doug Cosmo Clifford, CCR drummer, where I pay tribute to the old Hops jukebox.

Local parking garage cracks down on resourceful ways to hold ticket while searching for keys and money

As seen on my Facebook page..

I ran an errand at the courthouse on lunch (don’t worry ma, no marriage license) and saw this hilarious, funny sign on the parking garage ticket dispenser. (Not the county’s garage, the other one.) I mean, out of habit I often DO put the ticket in my mouth as I roll up window or rifle through purse… who doesn’t?

funny parking sign

As seen in the Courthouse Towers garage on the corner of North River and North/Pierce St.

Wonder what kind of lipstick or lip crud ended up on the ticket that prompted this sign!

Just had to share this funny picture on my blog, too. Love those random Kodak moments! Question. Do we still call them Kodak moments? Because, I think we should. That marketing stuck, fer sher.

A few (purple) steps to happiness at home… and how Los Angeles wants those steps in one community repainted

Have you ever used sidewalk chalk?

It’s fun. It’s vibrant. It makes you feel like a kid again.

What if you permanently added color to your sidewalk?

As in trade in that lavender chalk for some lavender paint?

I’d say that would be pretty sweet. But, imagine five years later having to go to court to tell a judge that, yes, you will paint your sidewalk white again… to conform to all the other “squares” in the neighborhood.

That’s what is happening for artist Annakim Violette tomorrow. (She is the daughter of my favorite singer, but this blog post is not about that.) Five years ago, during a rain storm, she painted the sidewalk leading up to her secluded house in the Silver Lake area of LA. Now, in this new legal rainstorm, she must repaint the sidewalk to its concrete color. She must conform. No artist wants to hear that. That’s worse than the other c-word.

I am not familiar with LA and won’t pretend to be as I write this blog post – I am writing it to stand up for an artist who should be able to make her home what she wants it to be. However, I did some quick Googling on her neighborhood and found a headline from the Los Angeles Times about Silver Lake. The headline is Silver Lake: Creative and Artsy Folks Call it Home. Sounds like some neighbors don’t agree with that association, otherwise, why would a resident make a civil complaint over purple steps?

anna kim violette house

Images from Annakim's house - wish I could find one of the sidewalk. This image is credited to

Foam Magazine called Annakim’s Los Angeles home a “cottage of curiosities.” I’ve seen pictures. It is. And, if I was not bound to the East Coast, I surely would love to visit this colorful abode. Here is the article about Annakim’s house from Foam Magazine, pasted into her blog.

In fact, Annakim’s home has been the subject of many beautiful magazine and blog articles for its artfulness. These mags features gorgeous pictures of the eclectic rooms and outdoor spaces. She explains in her Foam interview that her house is fearless.

Here is another blog post from Braided Unicorn that calls Annakim’s house “drool worthy.”

Here are a slew of colorful pictures from The Selby that show Annakim’s house.

Here’s the post, which Annakim wrote on her own blog today about the notice she received from the city. She writes here how much is sucks that some people just want the world black and white.  (Note – scroll down past several pictures to get to the post…)

I am Annakim’s friend on Facebook and since I am on her list, I received a message from her today about her situation. I told her I would blog about it. Not much a blog can do to make a difference by tomorrow morning, but at least it will make some noise about this — perhaps even allowing her permission to once again paint her sidewalk the color she wants.  She wrote back to me and accepted my gesture to write a blog post and added a few comments about how her house is considered a work of art for its warmth, color and vibes. She wrote about the situation:

“I have to say, it’s very 1984 and I have lived here all my life and traveled the world… When I’m not home (the house gives) a universal symbol of a young girl that does not wish to see alarm systems or gated windows or cops every five secs….”

She’s referring to a yuppie neighborhood popping up around her once artsy ‘hood. Gates and cookie cutter houses. Houses that don’t have personalities and developers making sure it stays that way.  She said there is a growing crime rate, and questions why then, is a focus of the community on harmless purple steps? I’m with ya sister!

I don’t own my home, but I do everything I can to make my rented place as happy and “me” as it can be. I have retro music stuff around my living room and lots of inspirational quotes hanging around my office. My bedroom is Asian-themed with Buddah stuff and such. I like to keep piles of clutter, too, because I feel a certain comfort in having lots of stuff.

I say that all of creative people with a vision of a more colorful world band together and paint our steps purple!!

~Who says exterior design is only landscaping?

~Why can’t we paint our yards? Our steps?

~Why can’t we add some “abnormal” colors to an otherwise white, beige, or brick community?

~Why can’t our sidewalk chalk be permanent?

Henry David Thoureau said, “the world is but a canvas to the imagination.”

I think we have a right to painting that canvas whether it’s a bedroom wall or steps leading to a dream home.

Good luck Annakim. Even if your steps must remain “their” color, you can still paint the world a happier place with everything else you do. Let them be miserable and know that you rock.

P.S. This situation is like a hybrid of two childhood classics, only it’s Annakim and the Purple Paintbrush Battle LA and Where the Sidewalk Painting ends:

Some others have also blogged about this:

A Walk Through Luzerne & Swoyersville In Pictures: Thoughts of Local History & More

IMG_0530I’ve started walking again. For a while, I was going to the Back Mountain Trail. When I say for a while, I mean three or four times since the unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day. But recently, I decided just to walk my neighborhood so I didn’t have to drive to the trail. I really enjoy it. I walked the neighborhood a few times this summer, too, going a few different directions throughout Swoyersville and Luzerne. But, finally chose a route that I like and have been walking that ever since. My regular route is pretty interesting. When I say regular, I really mean the past four days. That’s about as regular I’ve been with exercise all summer. Ha!

On Tuesday, just making my way down two houses from mine, a neighbor’s outdoor cat brushed up against me. I bent down to pet him or her. The orange kitty followed me for about a block and a half. It was cute. So I took a picture and posted it to Twitter through Twitpic. Whenever I do that on my iPhone, Pandora shuts off. It’s annoying.

After I saw the cat, I saw a bunny rabbit hop across the street. I thought to myself, “Do bunnies walk, too? Or do they just hop?”

Then, I passed a tan, blond dude who I met in my basement once (sidebar: he was building shelves for my landlord in the other half of the basement I never go it – my neighbor’s side- so he scared the crap outta me. But we talked about the Bob Dylan show I was headed to that week). He was just stepping out to his porch, and hollered, “Hey! How was Dylan?!” After that, two or three neighbors waved and greeted me. I realized that aside from the people who live on either side of me in my own house, and that bandanna guy, I don’t know any neighbors.

So, I sent another tweet: I should meet more neighbors- everyone’s so nice as I walk by. Yes. This is live ‘stweam’ of conscience while I’m trying to uh, ‘twexercise’

At that point, I decided what the heck, I’ll record my walk. Pandora was already off from taking pictures of animals and tweeting. Here’s some thoughts and sights from my walk from my house on Oliver St. in Swoyersville to when it turns into Oliver St. in Luzerne, down some side street I forget, down Miller to the dead end, around the old railroad tracks, and up Charles about six or seven blocks, making a right onto Church Street in Luzerne, and taking that until it turns into Main Street in Swoyersville, and then finally taking a right back down Oliver.

Donna's walk: The Cat

This is the orange cat. When I first moved to his apartment in September 2008, I thought he/she was a stray. But then I saw its collar. However, she’s an outdoor cat and roams the neighborhood. Its brother or sisters also roam around. They are like Heathcliff and Friends!

Airplane in yard in Luzerne

Miller Street. 200 block. Wow. There is an airplane in someone’s yard. A real airplane, like the ones you jump out of when you skydive. I wanted to take a closer pic, but I was afraid I would get yelled at.

Donna's Walk The Rabbit

Miller Street. 200 block. Not the bunny that made me pose the question about bunnies being able to walk too, but Luzerne is filled with rabbits. Too bad it didn’t tell me we were late for a party and take me with him on an adventure.

F. W. Roberts Sons Roofing Luzerne

Miller Street. 100 block? Now this is nostalgic. Never knew this was here. This is right at the dead end of Miller, where the railroad tracks are and a bunch of old warehouses. There was also a train station one block over here in the old days. This was probably a prime location for this family business. Now, desolation. Or not. The windows looked new, so I Googled the name when I got home, and looks like this still may be in operation. Found something about it being incorporated in 1974. So, could be a family business that DID last over 100 years. However, the building still has that old, nostalgic feel. (I want to research this now!)

stray yellow ball

Not sure. Maybe Eley Street? Whenever I see a ball, even one this small, I get sad because it means some child probably lost it playing catch.

Railroad Tracks in Luzerne

Not sure. Maybe Eley Street? The railroad tracks, all filled with stone. Don’t think these are used anymore. There was SO much litter along the sides of the tracks. Sad.

Andy Peruginos Luzerne

Charles Street. 200 block. Andy Perugino’s. I always forget this restaurant is here. They have good food. I should go here more often. It’s off the beaten path on Charles Street in Luzerne. Again, right off the tracks. Probably used to get lots of traffic from the people at the train station.

Milk Crate in Street

Charles Street. 400 block. Milk crate. Remember getting milk delivered and those old wooden crates? I don’t. But I wish I did. My mom’s high school best friend’s father was a milk man and delivered milk to homes. She told me he worked for the dairy until he retired (maybe still does?) but his role changed as technology changed.

Door with no stairs

Charles St. 600 block. Odd. Guess they don’t use this door. No steps. A very high mailbox. The door was open, however, probably for natural AC. I am hoping they have a front door. If not, they must be A) Agoraphobic B) A high jump champ C) On house arrest. The picture is a little blurry because I thought I saw a shadow coming and I didn’t want to get yelled at. Especially if the answer to my multiple choice question was C.

Luzerne County Corruption Citizens Voice Newspaper Box

Church Street. No matter how peaceful a walk is in NEPA, you can’t escape the recent headlines of corruption. I am starting to wish I was around for railroad’s boom and milk delivery.

Empty Storefront in Swoyersville Old Sporting Goods Store

An old long-empty sporting goods store that really pushed that it sold shotgun shells. It made me sad because there was still an “open” sign on the door with a sticker beneath it that said, “Buy your fishing license here.”

Swoyersville Pennsylvania Faded Street Sign

Crossing the border of Luzerne into Swoyersville. Just look at how faded the sign is. After seeing the railroad tracks, the old roofing company, the milk crate and other empty store fronts, I thought about how faded this area is. There are nice things here and nice houses. But mixed within it all are reminders that things used to be better.(The days of coal!)

Looking Down Oliver Street in Swoyersville

I always thought of the upper part of Swoyersville to be like a shelf. The main street in Swoyersville runs from Luzerne all the way to West Pittston. Most of it is at a higher elevation, looking down to the valley. In the picture above you can see down the street, into the valley, but then also see the other mountain that creates the Wyoming Valley. On the other side of that is the Pocono area.

Looking up to the Back Mountain.

Yet, from the main drag in Swoyersville you can also look up at what we call the “Back Mountain.” Swoyersville is like a shelf hung up between the Wilkes-Barre/Kingston and Dallas/Back Mountain. This isn’t a really great picture of it because of the iPhone and from my view with all the homes.

Culm bank in Swoyersville
A view of the culm bank, a Swoyersville landmark. You can’t zoom on the iPhone so this picture doesn’t do it justice at all. There are flags planted in the top. That heap of gray stands for our area’s rich coal history. It reminds us that these empty storefronts were once full. That all the little run down shacks (between other houses that were kept up with or restored) around Swoyersville once were home to coal miners. Wilkes-Barre, Kingston and lots of the mainline communities in Northeast PA are on the upswing. But these little off-the-path places like Swoyersville make me sad.

Pile of concrete slabs

Oliver Street. My Street. Every time I walk past these stacks of concrete, I think they are going to fall down on me. But who I am kidding? They are rusty all over. There’s plants growing in them. They’ve been sitting there for decades. They won’t fall.

Neighborhood cat cat-napping

I arrived on my porch to find the other neighborhood kitty asleep on my porch chair. She’s been sleeping there a lot the past few weeks. My neighbor J* thinks she may be on her way out. She looks very frail, and hobbles when she walks.  I pet her and went inside. I don’t know if I feel so hot after the walk.

Cat sniffing for other cat

My cat, Spectra, sniffs the heck out of me. I cheated on her with the orange kitty, I suppose.

I took a little rest on my sofa. My walk conjured up so many thoughts. I smiled and said hi to other walkers, and people sitting on their porches. It was a gorgeous day. The colors were vibrant, from the blue sky to the green grass to the rainbow of wildflowers dotting so many lawns. There were old couples chatting like they were teenagers in love. There were young couples enjoying coffee or beer or glasses of wine on their porches. There were kids riding trikes. There were kids riding bikes. There were smells of people grilling. There were sounds of splashes from backyard pools. (In fact, I mentally cataloged all the houses on my ‘regular’ route that had pools and noted that they were on the ‘friends-to-make’ list- just kidding.) So, those things all made me smile.

On the other hand, mixed in, there were dull colors of washed out houses, sheds, and warehouses. There were rotting porches. EMPTY porches. There was the smell of must. There were junk cars. There was a huge heap of culm. That made me sad.

It’s no secret that Northeast Pennsylvania is a depressed area. Don’t get me wrong, there are so many positive changes. There’s a lot to do here. There’s a lot of talent here.  You can have a career here. Some careers, you do need to leave. But there are opportunities. I love it. Many friends of mine moved away. Some came back, though. But I never left. I have big city dreams. Or did. I am not quite sure. Something about this area keeps me here. Still, things will never be the same. Wilkes-Barre and it’s surrounding ‘coal towns’ like Swoyersville were once ritzy, some would say, a mini-New York City. Coal was booming. Railroads were too. Mills. Car plants. A manufacturing hub, if you will.

The few pictures I took on my walk are teensy reminders. I never thought a walk to clear my head (and help me lose weight) would instead fill my thoughts to maximum capacity and make me feel so heavy.

Celebrity Deaths Brought to You by the Letter M – Creepy!

Last week, a co-worker brought it to my attention that the recent slew of celebrity/notable people who have sadly passed away all pretty much have the letter M as the first letter of their first or last name.  Over the weekend there were two more:

-Ed McMahon

-Farrah Fawcett-Majors

-Michael Jackson

-Billy Mays

-Karl Malden

-Molly Sugden

-Steve McNair

-Robert McNamara

How’s that for creepy?  Coincidence I am sure, but too crazy an observation regarding all the celebrity deaths to not share.

And by the way, I counted (yep, I used my fingers) and M is the 13th letter of the alphabet!

Where’s the Menu Board?

A few weeks ago, on Black Friday, I headed to work and en route, stopped to get a McDonald’s breakfast at the Luzerne location. When I pulled up to the order speaker, something was very different. There was no menu. None. There was just an empty, metal, red circle thing which I am guessing held the menu. I felt at a loss intially, so I just ordered a coffee with three creams and a hashbrown. I mean, I know what McDonald’s carries, but without the menu, I felt a tad lost.

I figured the Luzerne McDonald’s just chose a holiday weekend when less people would be eating Big Macs to change/upgrade the order board. Then, fast forward today. I wanted a fountain soda. Bad. So, I pulled into the Luzerne McDonald’s and again, NO menu. It’s been a little while; you’d think they’d have it replaced by now.

I seriously thought of asking into the speaker box, “Hey– what do you guys have here?” You know, throw them off a bit. Pretend I’ve never been to the Golden Arches before!

What is so funny about this situation is that most Americans would do just fine without even looking at the menu at the McDonald’s drive-thru. Seriously! And that should scare us. We’ve been groomed to know what McDonald’s serves, from the Big Mac to even lesser knowns, like the Asian Chicken Salad. We know about the fries. We know about the shakes. We know about the pies. We don’t need the menu board. Yet, it’s a source of comfort. It’s pictures can perhaps change one’s mind. It can help the indecisive, decide.

But really- I wonder how long it takes to replace a menu board. There may be someone in Luzerne county who never ate at McDonald’s, and may very well need it.