Burnin’ down the house…

The Bush House, 1868-2006

I was completely out of it this morning. Let me stress that vehemently. I heard the fire engines when I woke up but I really didn’t think anything of it. I smelled quite a bit of smoke when I stepped outside and didn’t think anything amiss. I got to my car and puzzled over the mysterious appearance of black flecks all over his silky silver surface. Then a man with a lunch bucket approached me and said, “Sir, if you are going to State College today, you won’t be able to go past the Bush House. It’s burning to the ground!”

And it all clicked. Looking around, I realized that it looked like a small volcano had erupted all over my cute little streets.

No more kraut and Lambic at Schnitzel’s Tavern, I’m afraid. Ever again.

Comments (4)

  1. maggie

    oh, my, good, gawd… what are we going to do?? i think that i am going to cry for days… and nights… *waaa waaa waaAAAA*

  2. Michael

    Echt schade um die Schnitzel´s Tavern. Ich war vor 5 Wochen erst dort zum Essen. War lustig, als Deutscher in einem “Deutschen” Restaurant in USA zu essen. War zwar schon ein bisschen anders, aber schon sehr nahe an der Deutschen Küche.
    Naja, vielleicht baut´s ja wieder einer auf.