So, there is a town in Virginia called Harrisonburg. GBS played there a while back; might be three years ago, might be six. Not sure. If memory serves me correctly, it is tucked in the Appalachian Mountains somewhere close to the Shenandoah Park. When all hands gathered at Pearson Airport in Toronto on Monday night, and boarded the tour bus, I assumed we were headed across the border, straight for the mountains, to start the tour.

As per usual, the moment the bus rolled, I fell into a deep sleep. I woke in the morning, stumbled to the front lounge of the bus and slid up the horizontal blinds covering the large rectangular windows. All is normal; parked right next to the Stage Door of a theatre.  

I dash from the bus to do my traditional curious tourist circle around the neighborhood, but nothing seems familiar. Not a building or street corner tweaks my memory. As a matter of fact, this place looks a lot less like a mountain town than I remember. Down a long street of Irish pubs and Italian Restaurants, which you’d think I’d recall, I come face to face with what is obviously a beautiful State building.  

So, I’m thinking, ‘Harrisonburg is the Capitol of Virginia?  Really?!’

This whole stroll is not making sense.

I go back to bus and explain to the lads that I’m terribly confused. After a chorus of ‘what’s new?', I learn that I truly am an idiot and we are not in Harrisonburg, Virginia, at all, but actually in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.  We’ve never been here before.

Harrisburg is the Capitol of Pennsylvania, and is quite lovely. It has a grand river side walkway and yes, a beautiful State building.

Today, I am in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I think.

Cheers,
Alan