What the heck happens in Delaware?

I went to Ursuline, too! Just grade school, though. And UofD undergrad. Also, my grandparents were into doing re-enactments in the summer at Pea Patch Island too. There was a big picnic, it was kind of fun. I still remember all those dungeons ::shudder::

The river and state are named for Thomas West, 3rd Baron De La Warr.

Hammerjacks is in Baltimore; the Stone Balloon is only so much rubble being sold by the owner as memorabilia, and they’re putting up condos on the lot where it stood.

End of the Stone Balloon .

jellyblue – I did a couple years’ time at the junior school as well. We used to have to run the perimeter of the the reservoir for phys ed class. (the high school is at the corner of Franklin and Pennsylvania Ave; all of the buildings inside the Franklin/Pennsylvania/Van Buren/reservoir boundaries belong to the school, being the high school, convent, and junior school.)

eta clarify about the SB’s owner; the money is going to the Delaware Historical Society, I believe.

You’re quite right – Hammerjacks is in Baltimore. Ignore that entire second paragraph. My only excuse is this cold medicine that is making me kinda loopy.

You never see her at the same parties as Clark Kent. I’m just sayin’…

I grew up in Philly. Oh lawdy I do love me some Scrapple. The DelMarVa peninsula is truly weird- they should be their own state. I’ll play devil’s advocate here for a second and say that if I was living in a tiny municipality that had to suffer the endless pollution and traffic nightmares that come with being the Aoritc Valve of the Northeast Corridor’s bloodflow, I’d charge a shitload in tolls too. The real impact of living near I-95 cannot be underestimated and it’s a sin that locals should suffer with no monies coming in from taxes for the cost impact to the local healthcare system.

To me, the problem is that northern Delaware is just like southern PA. Southern Delaware is just like northern Maryland, which is a lot like suburban Virginia in a way that reminds you of the outskirts of Boston, Ft. Lauderdale, Chicago, Dallas, Los Angeles and Detroit. :slight_smile:

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Chickens.

Millions and millions of chickens, in nice neat pens and buildings. I understand Perdue deals with many of them. You can tell you’re in southern Delaware by the smell.

I used to live in New Castle; along 40/301 there are miles of hotels, and at least a few years ago there were hookers everywhere.

George Thorogood is regarded as a diety there too.

Adding- I’ve stood at the spot where the Mason Dixon line starts and the big semicircle border ends; it’s in the parking lot of a post office.

I know George Thorogood is a slender fellow but I doubt that they see him as a diety there. A Deity maybe… :wink:

I thought the Mason Dixon line ran through the northern-most Waffle House one can find, which is just off an exit in southern Delaware.

I can’t really tell if you’re serious or joking, but there are more northerly Waffle Houses than that…

Two pages and no one’s mentioned the classic Candid Camera stunt where they posted a barricade and a uniformed “officer” on a major road on the state border telling drivers that Delaware was closed?

From this timeline:

And from here:

Punkin Chunkin!

I was actually being serious. If there are more northerly located ones, please enlighten me? I have found some on Rt. 81 just below the Penna line into VA, but none so far east on I-95 besides the one I mentioned.

God, I lurve me some Waffle House…

Are you sticking to the I-95 corridor?

There are Waffle Houses as far north as Scranton and Cleveland according to their website. I have been to the WH in Columbus, which I would think is further north than Delaware.

-Twitch- Scranton???. Wow.

Now if only they’d replace the IHOP in Jenkintown down the hill from West Street with a Waffle House, why all would be right with the world.

:wink:

There are easily 4 or 5 Waffle Houses right here in Amish Country (York/Dauphin/Lancaster counties)

DATELINE: Sydney Australia, 1985

My class was told to do a homework assignment on a US state. Any US state. What the teacher didn’t realise was that the same week, National Geographic carried a cover story on Delaware. In the days before the internet and home printing, these glossy photos and concise text were a godsend to homework-doing teenagers. So pretty much EVERY kid in the class turned in an assignment on Delaware.

Thirty or so pubescent Aussie kids wandering the streets of an antipodean city as little experts on Delaware. Very, very surreal.