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Oh, the places you’ve gone! Mapping my ideaLab travels

Wow. Lots of places around York city. But I went off the beaten path, too!

Wow. Lots of places around York city. But I went off the beaten path, too!

So, let’s get this straight: I’m no where near done with this map.

Since the whole ideaLab program is over-ish (BIG SAD FACE), I wanted to show some of the successful places I’ve traveled in pursuit of my project. Continue reading

Giant sunflowers, the case of the missing WellSpan EMS, and other happenings

Between vacation and other shenanigans, I have been really REALLY bad at blogging lately.

So, here’s the run down of what I’ve been up to since the strip club story broke my heart when it ended abruptly: Continue reading

Boyer talks SnapChat, whereabouts for the last two weeks

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During a brief hiatus from this blog, I learned about the joys of SnapChatting from my little sister, Casey. She’s 21 and totally hip.

Hello world.

I’m back at it after a couple week hiatus.

What happened during that time, you ask?

(Or maybe you don’t. I often think people are more interested in my shenanigans than they actually are.)

For one, I took the bajillion days off that I had been storing all year long for no particular purpose.

I used the time to experience the culture of the Pennsylvania Farm Show.

I also learned about the SnapChat app from my sister. My life will never be the same.

How it works: You send someone an image, but they can only see it for 10 seconds before it disappears. You can draw on the photo. Give them a mustache. Type a message on top of it. Whatever.

But they can only see it for 10 BLOODY SECONDS.

I don’t get it, but I love it. And I hear it’s what the kids are doing these days. Continue reading

The good, bad and ugly stuff that happened to me in 2012

I detest typical “Year in Review” posts:

I ran in 2012 wearing these ridiculous glasses with my little sister, who came to York for the occasion.

I rang in 2012 wearing these ridiculous glasses with my little sister, who came to York for the occasion.

“I GOT ENGAGED.”

“I HAD A BABY.”

“I BOUGHT A HOUSE.”

Yep, I’ve done none of said things. I’m still living in my awesome bachelorette pad apartment in York city. I don’t have a ring on it. And there certainly isn’t a fetus growing inside of me (that I’m aware of).

But hey, I still had a pretty awesome year full of adventures, successes and things that made me think.

Here’s a list of the good, the bad and the ugly from 2012: Continue reading

Back at it! Visit me Thursday at John’s Diner in Fairview Township.

I love diner coffee. I snapped this one after a visit to Alexander’s near the York Fairgrounds.

So, I have to catch my breath here.

It’s been an interesting month.

For most of September, we were down a man (or woman) on the business desk, which has led to minimal time to focus on fun things, like hanging out with random people.

(Though I did manage to have some fun with my toys.)

But I’m back. Back with vengeance. And I’m headed where no man has gone before.

…well, at least I haven’t. For more information, click here. Continue reading

I’m soooo im-manure: The path of poop at the York Fair

A very hipster-y photo I took of myself pointing at the animal poop truck at the York Fair. Jason Plotkin is standing over the pile, hoping to get a photo of someone dumping a wheelbarrow of crap.

It’s York Fair time, and I have a confession to make.

It pains me to cover annual events without some sort of twisted, scatalogical or bizarre angle being involved.

I develop total ADHD. I get bored. I need a challenge.

I mean, how many times can we seriously cover people eating greasy food while riding rides and petting cows? Continue reading

If you tell them, they will come: Visit to Panera ‘office hours’ in York yields hyperlocal business column

Meet Jeanne Walton, a cool lacrosse mom and eighth grade science teacher who stopped by Panera to visit me Tuesday.

OK.

So it’s not a mall teeming with cockroaches or a trip to check out kinky gadgets in the adult store.

But I did end up with a column every sports mom or dad can relate to today when Jeanne Walton stopped by to see me at Panera in West Manchester Township.

The story goes a little something like this:

Kid plays sport.

Kid does really well at sport and qualifies for national tournament.

Parents rejoice — until they see the price tag.

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