The Long Road Home
When you grow up in rural Pennsylvania, there are certain things that you simply take for granted.
No matter which direction you look, you can see a mountain.
Even the hottest summer days will usually give up to a cool evening.
Driving on a Sunday always involves patience and horses with buggies.
Football season begins with shorts and ends with winter coats, hats, and gloves.
The Mighty Susquehanna separates us from them.
Fall means apple cider and patchwork quilts. Night means millions of visible stars.
And the road home is typically windy and long…