11/14

i’m on the train back from a weekend of fun with my relatives and some amish people. i guess a bit of back story would be good, my relatives live in scranton, so yes for all you office fanatics it is indeed a real place, anyways scranton is about two hours away from lancaster which for those of you who did not know (you now do) is the home to a large amish population. i’ve always found the amish a fascinating bunch for having strong believes but in a unique way of not proselytizing them onto any one who does not share their views. so knowing all of these facts i asked my uncle if we could journey down there so i could observe a culture that every knows of but no one really knows anything about. another fun fact is for my one of my religion classes we had to pick a group to study and i thought who better than the amish. so we made the two hour drive down and embraced a culture that has been thriving for generations. we went to amish markets, and restaurants appreciating the homemade breads, jams, birch beers, cheeses and other assortments of delicious treats. it was a very pleasant day minus being on the road for over twelve hours. but back to the train the man seated practically on top of me had a crew cut and a green button down muscle shirt. he's jamming just as hard as am but instead of to glee, "hard core" hip hop. he's got an army movie in the front mesh pocket of his back pack for quick access. his head is bobbing to the same beat as his black nikes are tapping on the trains white floor. i'm scared to even be writing about him because he’s got guns as wide as my face but luckily i think he’s too interested in his jams to notice me taking note in his quirky characteristics.

for f*cks sake