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Last evening after work I went for a walk downtown and noticed a three new businesses.

First, on North Queen Street we saw a sign advertising restaurant space. It would be great to have a neighborhood place to grab some grub. Here's to hoping it's open after 6 p.m.




Less than a block after the restaurant space, there's signs all over a vacant warehouse right next to the train tracks. More loft apartments. Sounds like a cool idea. Here's to hoping the rent is less than $1,000.




Finally, we were walking up North George Street and saw a sign saying a new restaurant is coming to the former MB & Company, 19 N. George St. There's a press release taped to the window that says the new place will be called Bistro19. I took a picture of it (I didn't have a notebook with me) but it turned out a little blurry, so here's a staff file photo of MB & Company, which opened in August.




 

If you love gardening (or have been inspired to start by our First Lady) but don't have a yard, here's some info on a community garden as written in a news brief by my co-worker Teresa Boeckel.

This community garden isn't located in the city, but not having a place to garden seems like a city issue to me so I am putting it up on this blog. Not to mention, in these times stretching a budget with healthful foods is an idea we all can rally around, no matter your zip code.

Garden plots can be rented at the Horn Farm Center for Agricultural Education, and food from a garden could help people save on grocery bills.
    A 20-foot by 20-foot plot is going for $25 this season. Gardeners can rent up to four additional plots for $15 each.
    The season runs from April 15 to Oct. 31. The deadline for registration and payment is March 31.
   Renters can receive the following benefits:
   The initial plowing of the plot in the spring.

•    Advice offered at Master Gardeners work sessions at The Gardens at John Rudy County Park, from 9 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. Mondays and 5:45 p.m. to 7:15 p.m. Thursdays.
•     Additional advice from Master Gardeners available for gardeners who come in or call the Penn State Cooperative Extension Office at 840-7408 from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. weekdays.

    For more information or to register, call the Horn Farm at 757-6441.

Sometimes we complain about it being noisy in the city, but this weekend I sort of missed it.

I was visiting my grandmother on her farm in Clearfield County. She lives back a dirt road and there aren't any neighbors, much less traffic.

I woke up a couple times in the night, wondering why it was so dark and quiet. I forgot what it's like to be out where there aren't street lights and noise. It was so dark. So peaceful.

Well.

I take back all of yesterday's joy over the snow. Today's glop isn't fun snow. The "wintery mix" that fell last night and this morning left an undelightful covering of ice on top of the nice, sweet fluffy snow that had been previously falling.

It took something like 20 minutes to get it off the car. And it broke my ice scrapper. Yes, the ice on my car somehow was stronger than the plastic blade of the scrapper. Go figure.

(Photo is from a google search, and I thought it was funny. We don't have this much snow in York.)

This morning, when I woke up at 6 a.m., I heard cars driving through something that sounded suspiciously like snow.

I doubted it, because the last time we were foretasted snow we only got ice and flurries.

But when I looked out the window, there it was: fluffy white snow, the kind that's a breeze to sweep off the car. It kept coming, and continues to fall as I write this.

When I was walking to the car I noticed a few people out clearing sidewalks, which got me curious about the city's rules about snow removal. If you are curious too, click on the jump and keep reading.

Last month I got some pepper spray as a just-in-case sort of thing.

After reading the instructions, I've often wondered when I should use it. I mean, what if the attacker has a gun? Will the pepper spray only serve to anger the attacker(s), thereby putting me in a more dangerous situation? The instructions say to cover your eyes if it's windy. I'm not sure I'd be able to think that fast.

Today on the city police log I noticed a woman used pepper spray Sunday on the 200 block of Union Street on some people who attempted to rob her. Then the attackers took the pepper spray and used it on her. Sounds awful.

After reading that I've decided I will have to do some more research on when and where to use pepper spray. In the meantime, do you have any advice?

(Photo credit: Max Whittaker for The New York Times)

I read an interesting story Sunday in the New York Times about a program that enlists city garbage collectors to report crime tips to police.

Seems like a great idea in these hard economic times. To read the story click here.

While on the subject, I have to give a kudos to the York trash collectors in the city. There was a day a couple weeks ago when the wind picked up a couple garbage cans overnight. I planned to get out there early to put the stuff back in the cans, but before I could the collectors did a bang-up job cleaning up a mess. Thanks, guys.

These just went up.

The fliers are on telephone poles all along Roosevelt Avenue. The one in the photo is across the street from Turkey Hill near the intersection of Roosevelt and Maryland avenues.

I know very little Spanish, so my colleague Jennifer Vogelsong translated for me. Basically, this person is offering to buy plane tickets, send packages and pay bills for people.

Two questions: Are you allowed to advertise on telephone poles, and can't people with limited English get help with this stuff for free though outreach groups?

This morning on my way to work I was tailgated the whole way down Parkway Boulevard.

Yes, I know, it is difficult not to want to go more than the speed limit on that road. Yes, I know, it's tempting to drive more than 25 mph if you are running late, or whatever. I get it.

But there were little kids out walking to school.

And as the woman in a burgundy SUV kept tailgating me -- even as I slowed slightly near a child standing on a sidewalk -- I thought of the little boy who died after being struck by a car on East Philadelphia Street.

I looked in my rear view mirror at the next stop sign, where a crossing guard stood ready to help children cross the two-way stop. The woman beeped and flashed her lights.

Seriously, I can't imagine what was so important that she kept insisting that I speed and do rolling stops -- especially when kids are out walking to school. 

(Not the actual graffiti, but the lettering is similar.)

Note: Photo above is from keusta.net.

Someone in desperate need of a dictionary decided to spray paint the building I live near this weekend.

I can't post a picture of it here because the tirade starts with something that appears to be the F word. The second word is spelled b-l-e-c-k-s. Maybe it's someone's name. Maybe it was a failed attempt at racist graffiti. Whatever the case I hope it's gone asap.

I first noticed the red spray paint Sunday after returning from a trip to DC to visit friends and the Newseum. Looking on the bright side, it's on a wood fence so it can be painted over easily -- or at least more easily than trying to remove paint from stone.

 

 

I drive past the under-construction apartments on the corner of North George and East North streets every day. And every day I have the same question.

Who in the world would buy the second-floor apartment facing the stadium?

The view from the apartment's giant floor-to-ceiling windows includes a billboard. I haven't been in the building, so maybe this picture of a huge glass of beer isn't the only thing you can see from inside the apartments.

More, including a picture of the view, after the jump.

 

I rarely see my neighbors.

I've lived on North Queen for a year now, but the only people I've met are those in my building and a nice guy who's backyard is near my alley parking space.

What gives?

Indeed, people do live on my block. Curtains flutter. Green plants grow on window sills. Trash appears on the curb once a week.

When I do see people they are usually running in or out of their apartments. I guess I do that, too.