I Skippack

Until now, my exploration of Skippack has focused mostly on the center of the village along Skippack Pike, the location of most of our shops and restaurants, where shopping, dining and entertainment provide ample material to keep me writing. But there are many aspects of Skippack life unknown to me and, until now, unexplored. Today, I boldly go where no Skippack Blogger has gone before. I am on my way to a rehearsal of the jazz band at Perkiomen Valley High School, the high school which serves Skippack and surrounding communities: Collegeville, Lower Frederick, Perkiomen, Schwenksville, and Trappe. Accompanying me on my journey...

People who spend their spare time in creative pursuits like writing are very sensitive, and the Skippack Blogger is no exception. It is a curse; a price extracted for the creative gift. Yesterday was a frustrating, aggravating work day. Nothing in the world seemed kind or meaningful. It doesn’t take much to push me to the edge. I don’t know why my beautiful, brilliant wife puts up with me. God bless her. I awoke to a spectacular morning in Skippack Village, and took a walk through town. I saw so much meaning at every turn. Please join me for a brief moment on this walk. Let the Skippack morning refresh you for a moment,...