07-23-2016, 02:45 AM
I think HK would have been content to not leave the freeway after our debacle to Pigeon Forge. But for some soft brain reason, I acquiesced to a stop in Hershey, PA to see the chocolate factory. Turned into a stop at the chocolate museum which immediately bored me. I've been to Ghiradelli's in San Francisco and at least there, I got a hot fudge sundae for my trouble.
Again there was a spate of traffic to contend with as we passed the amusement park. We had lunch at the Chocolate Diner on Chocolate street which was at the cross street of Cocoa st. Yes, the street lights looked like Hershey Kisses. So, we learned a lot about Hershey. The only fun fact for the day was that Reese's Chocolate got it's start in Hershey, even going so far as to buy chocolate from Hershey to make their candies.
After a few wrong turns to avoid traffic, we finally made it to the Scottish Inn in Milford. It's a little road side motor hotel that hearkens back to yesteryear. We dined at Joey's pizza in the town proper which is about 3 and a half miles up the road and I elected to walk back from dinner since I'e been gorging now for seven days straight.
I got up early on Friday and dropped my clothes off in Port Jarvis. This meant I got to cross over the state line into New York. Later when we go to the interview, we'll cross over the state line into New Jersey. It's a crowded corner of the country. And I guess cigarettes are cheaper in New York. As soon as you cross the border there are four or five tobacco shops. As well as two fireworks stores. I should buy a bunch of fireworks so I can compete with my neighbors.
Csaba Pallaghy met us at his front door in his pajamas. Which was a good thing. The first words out of the hotel clerk's mouth when we said we were going to see Pallaghy was that she thought he was dead. This was hard on the heels of the rumors that he was deep in the throws of Alzheimers. Neither were true. He had just forgotten that we were going to be there.
HK had forgotten his scanner so he drove back to the hotel while I finished setting up. I also spent the interim priming Mr. Pallaghy with questions. He told one great story about how he started a two day strike at his plant during the uprising. Unfortunately, he never told the story again as well when the cameras were on, despite my two tries to get him to do it again.
HK eventually returned but it was a fruitless endeavor to get the scanner. Mr. Pallaghy had no pictures for us to scan.
The interview went much faster than I thought it would go. Most of his reminisces about Hungarian Fencers were to the tune of he was a good guy. No real examples. HK seemed to think the interview went well. I didn't hear it.
We took Mr. Pallaghy to lunch at an Italian place nearby. He had a meatball sub that defeated him. All during lunch I feared, he would pop up with a great story that we wouldn't get on tape. But I think we wore him out. Plus, the environment of the little pizza shop made it hard for him to hear.
I spent the afternoon recharging batteries and downloading footage onto the Hard Drive.
HK got to make the hour plus drive to Scranton to pick up his son. I did not even come close to volunteering to go with him. I went for a walk to the Delaware river which flows behind the Inn. The trail led me through a rehabilitation center for seniors and behind the local High School. It wasn't very scenic. As I stood on the banks of the river all I could think was how could Pennsylvania be so wasteful as to let all this water just flow about willy-nilly? I've lived in the drought state too long.
I finished my book on Peter Westbrook so that will generate some questions for Monday's interview. I ate at the diner next to the hotel by myself. I'll also be going there for breakfast before we head out to White Plains to visit Csaba #2, Csaba Gall. I just hope he remembers we are coming.
The one thing Gall keeps telling me is that he never knew Piller. But he did appear on This is your life with fellow Hungarian refugee, Tom Orley.
Again there was a spate of traffic to contend with as we passed the amusement park. We had lunch at the Chocolate Diner on Chocolate street which was at the cross street of Cocoa st. Yes, the street lights looked like Hershey Kisses. So, we learned a lot about Hershey. The only fun fact for the day was that Reese's Chocolate got it's start in Hershey, even going so far as to buy chocolate from Hershey to make their candies.
After a few wrong turns to avoid traffic, we finally made it to the Scottish Inn in Milford. It's a little road side motor hotel that hearkens back to yesteryear. We dined at Joey's pizza in the town proper which is about 3 and a half miles up the road and I elected to walk back from dinner since I'e been gorging now for seven days straight.
I got up early on Friday and dropped my clothes off in Port Jarvis. This meant I got to cross over the state line into New York. Later when we go to the interview, we'll cross over the state line into New Jersey. It's a crowded corner of the country. And I guess cigarettes are cheaper in New York. As soon as you cross the border there are four or five tobacco shops. As well as two fireworks stores. I should buy a bunch of fireworks so I can compete with my neighbors.
Csaba Pallaghy met us at his front door in his pajamas. Which was a good thing. The first words out of the hotel clerk's mouth when we said we were going to see Pallaghy was that she thought he was dead. This was hard on the heels of the rumors that he was deep in the throws of Alzheimers. Neither were true. He had just forgotten that we were going to be there.
HK had forgotten his scanner so he drove back to the hotel while I finished setting up. I also spent the interim priming Mr. Pallaghy with questions. He told one great story about how he started a two day strike at his plant during the uprising. Unfortunately, he never told the story again as well when the cameras were on, despite my two tries to get him to do it again.
HK eventually returned but it was a fruitless endeavor to get the scanner. Mr. Pallaghy had no pictures for us to scan.
The interview went much faster than I thought it would go. Most of his reminisces about Hungarian Fencers were to the tune of he was a good guy. No real examples. HK seemed to think the interview went well. I didn't hear it.
We took Mr. Pallaghy to lunch at an Italian place nearby. He had a meatball sub that defeated him. All during lunch I feared, he would pop up with a great story that we wouldn't get on tape. But I think we wore him out. Plus, the environment of the little pizza shop made it hard for him to hear.
I spent the afternoon recharging batteries and downloading footage onto the Hard Drive.
HK got to make the hour plus drive to Scranton to pick up his son. I did not even come close to volunteering to go with him. I went for a walk to the Delaware river which flows behind the Inn. The trail led me through a rehabilitation center for seniors and behind the local High School. It wasn't very scenic. As I stood on the banks of the river all I could think was how could Pennsylvania be so wasteful as to let all this water just flow about willy-nilly? I've lived in the drought state too long.
I finished my book on Peter Westbrook so that will generate some questions for Monday's interview. I ate at the diner next to the hotel by myself. I'll also be going there for breakfast before we head out to White Plains to visit Csaba #2, Csaba Gall. I just hope he remembers we are coming.
The one thing Gall keeps telling me is that he never knew Piller. But he did appear on This is your life with fellow Hungarian refugee, Tom Orley.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm