August 2008 Archives

Yesterday was the last day for the Box Lunch Revue concerts downtown at Cherry Lane. And once again, I didn't get there all summer.

A few things I've noticed recently around town ...

Intown Coffee opened in the square.  I haven't been in yet, but it's situated in the northeast corner. Not sure how long they've been open.

I noticed a week or so ago that there was construction or what appeared to be a new deck at Granfalloons. A trip there Saturday night confirmed it, although I stayed downstairs so I'm not sure if it's finished yet.

On Friday, I was thrilled to see crews that appeared to be filling in the ruts on Roosevelt Avenue.

Utility work has been going on there all summer to prepare for improvements, including paving, on the street. It's been pretty bumpy in the meantime.

So the ride was a little smoother this weekend. But crews were back out digging again this morning.

Last week when I talked to city officials, the paving and other work had not been scheduled yet. But they had been hoping to start in the fall.

     I just noticed today that there are YWCA signs hanging on the old Spanish American Center building at 200 E. Princess St.

    I'm not sure when these signs appeared, but the YWCA bought the building in May. The Spanish Center was allowed to stay for another 90 days. At the time, Deb Stock, the executive director of the YWCA, expected her organization to take over the building by the end of the summer. Looks like it's happened.

Since this blog is brand new, I thought it might be a good idea to explain how I wound up in the city.

I moved to York to work at the Daily Record in 2006, after living in various parts of Maryland (Frostburg, Silver Spring, Waldorf) for the first 20-some years of my life.

I sought housing help and received mixed opinions on where I should go. Some city residents recommended it. Others did not.

Has anyone else noticed the bright shiny signs pointing out that you aren't allowed to ride your bicycle on city sidewalks?

    I was thrilled to hear that on a recent Saturday night, some York City Police officers cracked down on the people who cruise up Market Street every weekend. They arrested 20 people for cruising or noise violations.

    Every weekend, the nighttime hours are punctuated with screeching tires and blaring stereos. Closing the windows doesn't block it. The hum of the air conditioner can't compete. I turn the television volume up, down to match the noise level outside.

 

    Tonight, my friends and I arrived home around midnight after going to see
"Pineapple Express" (which I thought was amusing, but a little long).
   
    As my friend parked the car, we were slightly alarmed to see some young men down the block chasing ...

    I spent a recent weekend at my parents' house in western Maryland, where I grew up. (And when I say western Maryland, I really mean western, as in Allegany County.)

    My parents' house is the last one on its street. Beyond it are fields and trees.

    I snuggled into my old bed for the night and listened.

    Crickets. That's all I heard. Nothing else.