If you’re ever passing through Pennsylvania, do yourself a favor and stop by FAT KIDS SPORTS BAR in Dubois. Unassuming little hole-in-the-wall place with the best food that far west of Philadelphia. I’ve been stopping by after nearly every backpacking trip in the mountains for many years now. Heck, I create excuses out of thin air just to have to be in that area so I can get my fix. Always cheesesteaks and wings for me. Best wings I’ve ever had.
The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional...
