
Autumn is a glorious time of the year to drift along the colourful back-roads of North Eastern USA; not only is the countryside ablaze with the brilliant colours of Birch and Maple trees, but it's also the time to find restaurants and diners decked out with quirky and ghoulish Halloween themes, each serving delicious pumpkin or hot cinnamon apple pies.

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Apple Butter, stirred but not shaken. |


Boy! Was I surprised to see her! But not half as surprised as she was to see me! We were both speechless. The whole street seemed to be watching. Should I wait for the fat lady to sing or leave before she found her voice and let rip with a rant at me? I decided to forgo the formalities of an introduction and just raised my cap as I closed the door. Did I do the right thing? I wonder what Miss Manners would have advised? What would you have done? Answers on a post-card please.

The once elegant city of Troy NY sits upon the banks of the Hudson River, it's renown for two things, which I shall tell you about; thus saving you the time of ever having to drive there; First of all it has scores of unmarked one-way streets and numerous large signs pointing to a 'Visitors Centre' that doesn’t exist. It was only on our third trip around the same block that we stopped and were informed that a sturdy trestle table with leaflets was usually set up on days when visitors were expected, unless it was raining. The day we arrived was raining and I doubt we were expected. Second of all; during the American Revolution a butcher by the name of Sam Wilson built up a nice business as a government supplier of meat to the American Army, he stamped the letters U.S. on all his barrels of meat to indicate United States, this was before the states were even united, people however thought is meant 'Uncle Sam' - the term stuck and passed into common usage to mean the government. I bet you are glad we saved you the journey.

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