Hearing from an old friend I was reminding me of hunting season up the mountains.
It’s funny how odd little things can trigger memories of things past. We were sitting at a park yesterday enjoying the sunshine and in the park you could hear the traffic off in the distance on 283. There was also occasional gun shots at the nearby shooting range. Both of these things along with being outside really had me thinking of growing up going to Hazleton with my dad or my grandparents to go to the mountains.
I used to get this pizza all the time when I went to the mountains with my grandfather. It was the Hazleton area. I’ve been wanting to find it again and knew it was only local to that area but couldn’t remember what it was called. Last Saturday we were geocaching in the Reading area and stopped by Sonic to eat and started talking to someone from Allentown. I had to ask if they knew what it was called and they did.