I Skippack

A Hipster Hangout of My Own: While Skippack offers many options for dining, there has been no place for a blogger to rest his laptop and linger over a cup of coffee and a goodie, since the closing of the Skippack Coffeehaus. I must write my observations in my spiral notebook and then scramble...

A BMW. A Ferrari. An oversized flat screen television. A yacht. A McMansion. Yawn. I am bored. Luxury has become so branded and commonplace in the 21st Century that it fails to stir the blood. For the sake of politeness, dear friend or neighbor, I pretend to admire your shiny perfect new...

One for the Road, One for the Hood: Rarely, if ever, do I think about the people who work hard to create the pleasant and comfortable moments that make my day bearable. For example, many fine mornings, I walk from my home to the WaWa in Skippack and get a cup of hot coffee. I do not stop to...

“Enough with all this self-expressive writing in the Skippack blog,” said a friend and trusted advisor, wiser than me in the ways of the world and in the ways of website analytics, the science of what draws people to websites, such as the one you are reading now. “Does every...