Publisher's Note: Erford Road (Part Two)

Publishers Note
Commentary by Scot Giambalvo

Erford Road (Part Two)

This Publisher’s Note is not going to be about what you think it’s going to be about.

Those of you who read this rambling blather from issue to issue, would recall that I blasted the Pizza Hut on Erford Road in Camp Hill in my last note for not delivering to Midtown Harrisburg. Well, first I’d like to thank the few people who e-mailed echoing my dissatisfaction with the whole arrangement. I’d also like to thank the gentleman who called to explain that the reason Pizza Hut doesn’t deliver to the city is because of the lack of parking. I was pleased to hear that there was a real reason for their ignoring the businesses and residents on the entire east bank of the Susquehanna. I was even more pleased to hear that the Erford Road Pizza Hut was planning to start delivering to Harrisburg sometime in the near future. I guess the new Pizza Hut hover cars will alleviate the parking problems by letting the drivers deliver directly to the recipient’s window. :-)

But, like I said, this note isn’t going to be about Pizza Hut, even though there is one on Erford Road. It’s going to be about people with incredible senses of humor. It’s actually about one person, (I’m speculating that it’s one), with one heck of an adventurous mind.

You see, there’s this speed trap on Erford Road in Camp Hill. Everybody who travels the road with any regularity knows about it. And people who don’t, usually tailgate the people who do, because they’re going so damn slow (25mph) down this deserted road.

It’s hard to not know there’s a speed trap if you’ve been down the road more than once, primarily because at one point in the road there’s this long, significant dip. You actually go up over a hill twice, with the dip in the middle. Well, at the valley of the dip there’s this pretty obvious “pull off” area where all the grass is worn down, it’s muddy when it’s wet, and more often than not, there’s a cop sitting there in his patrol car... waiting just for you with his trusty radar gun. If that’s not enough evidence, there’s also those big stripes across the road so the cop can count off the seconds between when you cross the first one and when you cross the second.

Well, now there’s even more concrete evidence that there are cops hanging around the area. What, pretell, could be such obvious evidence, you ask? (This is the part where the really brave individual with the perverse sense of humour comes in.) It seems someone with way too much time on their hands has erected a sign on Erford Road, on a tree, right in front of where the cops park and hide every day.

What tells me that this person is hilarious... hilarious and fearless, is what the sign says. The sign says: Coming Soon: Mr. Doughnut.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!

I laughed so hard when I saw that sign, that I almost ran off the road. What’s even funnier is the fact that, as of yesterday, the sign was still up on that tree. All I can imagine is some cop, pistol belt and all, trying to climb the tree and knock the sign down with his/her billy club.

Three cheers, Mr. or Ms. Sign Genius, whoever you are, you’ll probably brighten the days of a great many people. Prove to me you put up the sign and I’ll buy you dinner for all of your hard work.

So, on that note, I will tell you that I’m excited about this issue and all the kewl stuff it contains. Don’t forget to check out the Millenium Showcase Listing right in the middle spread. We’ve got a lot going on in the next two weeks, so pay attention.

I hope you find reading this issue of MODE Weekly as enjoyable as we did making it.

Scot Giambalvo