This last weekend I visited my brother Jim and his wife Colleen in Brush Valley, Pa (9 miles east of Indiana). They hosted family and friends for an old-fashioned Apple Cider fest. It was great cider from apples they bought from the Amish who live around the hill from them. The hill, by the way, was in flames – the vivid flaming leaves of autumn.

The brilliance of the leaves increases as one travels west on the Turnpike. I noticed the biggest change when I emerged from the Tuscarora tunnel. Mostly green on the east side to brilliant color on the west side. Pennsylvania is an amazing place.