Monday marked the beginning of some warm weather inside the York city limits.
And we all know what that means.
It’s stoop season.
Full disclosure: I suffer from stoop envy.
My stoop on West Philadelphia Street is a measly slab of concrete. Not good for hanging out.
That’s why, when I saw the gent above, I had to hang my iPhone out the window and capture the moment.
He appears to be basking in the glory of his stoop.
I hope you are, too.
Happy (almost) summer everyone!