Rufus T. Firefly wrote:Garage and lodge along the Lincoln Highway near Ligonier, Pa...
For some reason, I remember that porch and a knick-knack shop just inside the door of that lodge, having been taken there as a boy with my parents. Lincoln Highway was a favorite haunt of ours during the 40's & 50's.
Also, as a teenager, deliberately marking the closure of our adolescence and the beginning of our respective upcoming experiences in Vietnam or college, circa 1962, my two friends and I took a 40mi. hike from McKeesport, PA on bikes now referred to as "trucks," staying overnight on the ground in the woods of Ligonier. We saw the trip as a sort of "right-of-passage," wondering if we'd ever see each other again. Fortunately, we survived both experiences, my best friend in Nam and I in Ohio academia.
I can't even describe to you in words how glad I am that the soldier among us made it back in one piece, safe-&-sound, and is now living a very good life in 84, PA. And frankly, I'm also grateful I behaved and paid attention enough in college to have earned a solid professional life, being productive and contributing my share to society and my church,also, emerging in one piece (though, at some points, I had wondered about the long-term outcome.)

Murph
P.S. Perhaps, we have all heard it said that "youth is wasted on the young." Well, I sure did my part to live-it-up as much as I could, when young(er), so my energy was well spent and utilized. That's right where it belonged (though I sure would not mind a bit extra of that power and vigor nowadays, too), filling me with power to explore and venture out, as I forged a life of wonderful memories and productive investment of self.
Whether we stepped forward in our lives as teenagers and early twenty-somethings, hitch-hiking, or riding boxcars, or driving classy sports-cars, investing our powers of being young in good stuff, it seems to me, for many of us,
we have won, at life.