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On the way west up 63 to Green Lane or Camp Delmont or to fish in The Unami Creek with my father, we used to always stop for a birch beer and a bag of peanuts at the Sumneytown Hotel. When I got back to it a few years ago I was happy to find it exactly as I remembered it inside and out. Painting it, I was faking my way through the bricks knowing only a brick layer would know the difference. A few hours after thinking that cars started pulling into the parking lot. Believe it or not, they were arriving for a brick layer union luncheon. They were very tolerant. |
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