Having so many different businesses in different cities, I have a large number of acquaintances from all over. I think I met Dana, who is from New Orleans, when I lived in Cincinnati.

He gave me a phone call yesterday, said he was back in New Orleans, but he found himself in Harrisburg on Tuesday, and thought about my raving about fasnachts. He didn't have my phone number with him - it was an impromptu trip to Harrisburg - and all he could remember was my street name, not my street number, so he thought it was worth trying to find me.

As I explained to Blondie, Dana had stopped and bought all the fasnachts he could carry, and then started on my street, going down one side of the street and then back up the other. He started a couple of blocks one side of me, and got a couple blocks past me before coming back.

He Knocked On Doors

"He just knocked on all those doors?" Blondie asked me.

I shook my head. "He said I'd described it as like Mardi Gras, only with Fasnachts instead of beads," I'd told her, "So he knocked on every door, and when I didn't answer the door, he'd tell the lady who answered the door that he had lots of fasnachts, and he'd give her one if she's show him her breasts."

"Oh, my goodness," Blondie said. "Was he arrested?"

"No," I replied. "In fact, of all those houses, there was only one house he went to where the lady didn't play along, and that was on this block."

And WHERE Was This?

And where, Blondie wanted to know, did he go? I told her that he had gone along our street, every house on both sides, for a couple of blocks each way, Tuesday afternoon.

"Must have been that stuck up Mrs. Landis, across the street" Blondie offered.

Gotta love 'er.

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