Yesterday was a long and fitful day spent toiling in the belly of the Linux beast. I knew at about lunchtime that by days end, i would need a beer. Alcohol is not permitted on the ship at any time, which put together with my upcoming interest in a frosty barley pop, meant that there was going to be some adventure in my evening's plans. PA is a town of many tactile feels to it. In some areas it feels like any port town i've seen, with rugged industrial seafronts and the rugged people who staff them. Then a quick walk down a few blocks renders the following setting. This photo depicts one of the older streets just outside 'the square.' next slide...
Yesterday was a long and fitful day spent toiling in the belly of the Linux beast. I knew at about lunchtime that by days end, i would need a beer. Alcohol is not permitted on the ship at any time, which put together with my upcoming interest in a frosty barley pop, meant that there was going to be some adventure in my evening's plans. PA is a town of many tactile feels to it. In some areas it feels like any port town i've seen, with rugged industrial seafronts and the rugged people who staff them. Then a quick walk down a few blocks renders the following setting. This photo depicts one of the older streets just outside 'the square.' next slide... 
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