There is someone running around Instagram pretending to be me. Chester County Ramblings has been my intellectual property since 2012. The above screenshot is the account and it’s a faker.
I noticed some people who know me have liked the account or photos they have posted. It’s not me. I have a suspicion but can’t prove anything yet of who did this. And because it’s Instagram it might just sit out there. But I wanted my readers and friends and family to know that account is not me and it is fake.
This fake account also took photos from small businesses and nonprofits. Above are two examples. Another example would be Jenkins Arboretum and Gardens where I am a member and Longwood Gardens. Despicable.
This Instagram account is trying to capitalize on my hard work and “ramblings” since 2012. I have never felt the need to have an Instagram account for the blog because I’m not a social media influencer, I’m a blogger. And this is someone who is passing themselves off as someone and somethings they are not. My Instagram is personal for friends and family. And private. Always has been.
Instagram is owned by Facebook, and they are very weird about stuff because I know people who have gotten their accounts hacked and then they’ve been locked out of them and other people have taken over the accounts….and Instagram has done nothing.
So I am putting this out there to all. Because I don’t know who these people are yet and I don’t know what they’re capable of but they’re using my blog name. They are not me. That’s all I can say. I have reached out personally to every business they have “featured”.
If you are approached by these people and they subsequently ask to put you on their Instagram, and if they try to charge you down the road for being put on said Instagram, remember one thing that is very important: I am not and never have been a compensated blogger.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. I just think it’s someone who’s pretty damn desperate. A dear friend suggested a merit badge for them:
Instagram of course, has been contacted. On my end this account has been blocked because it is fake. Desperate people do desperate things. They will eventually make a mistake and the general public will find them out, suss them out. It always happens.
This morning I am just taking it in stride and notifying businesses I actually patronize and people who already thought it was me.
There are a lot of these fake accounts out there, I am not the first person that this has happened to, and I won’t be the last. And law enforcement and media already follow the real me, and now they know once again there is a fake me. Again. Chances are they didn’t even take their own photos.
All on the fake chester_county_ramblings Instagram. Even BVSPCA was fooled.
What’s really amazing is I just took a work related class on Internet security. And one of the BIG things they spoke about are those who pretend to be others. It was a whole section in this class and we were tested on it. Phishing, cloning, etc and never for good. And if law enforcement catches them, they are actually prosecuted. It’s pretty fascinating.
So to people out there who get any kind of a fake friend request or invitation to like even a real seeming Instagram page, do what I do, which is check things out before you hit the “like” or “friend” button. In this case they can’t say “Chester County Ramblings” because that’s me. So they say “chester_county_ramblings” to make you think it’s me and some have because for example when I do posts on this blog the titles are done all in lowercase letters because that’s my thing and I like the visual effect. And my tag line of “meandering through, writing about whatever strikes my fancy.” Today it’s this.
So happy hump day people. On this glorious Wednesday in spring remind you that I am often imitated but never replicated.
So can we all hope this means a beloved local landmark will be getting a second chance courtesy of Chef Robert Irvine? Can we breath a sigh of relief since we all saw that it was for sale? I remember when I saw the Keller Williams Commercial listing. I was sad. The Ship Inn long before I lived in Chester County was a familiar landmark when I was coming out here to see friends. Always a friendly looking and welcoming place on the outside…and inside.
So on April 20 they are welcoming diners for filming. We signed up. Do not know if they will pick us, but sure hope so. For me personally, it will be a signal of life returning to normal post COVID year from hell. And ironically, it was one of the last places we ate out at before COVID-19 hit.
Now a confession: I am one of the people who sent Restaurant Impossible an email about this restaurant. It was before COVID hit. I have no idea whose email got them to nibble, but I am sure I wasn’t the only one. I just always thought someone like Chef Robert Irvine would be good for them. I know it sounds crazy, but every time I have been there, I imagined how the place could look with freshening up and space reconfiguration. Especially with regard to the booths in the “grill room”. I just always found them uncomfortable. But I like the other tables and chairs, so I hope they keep them but maybe refresh the seat coverings.
The Ship Inn is an amazing historic resource along with being a lovely spot to eat. And the kitchen was never bad, but fresh eyes I am sure will help them too. So I am so hopeful that Restaurant Impossible is the shot in the arm that they need!
I signed up and will let you know if we are going! If chosen people have to get a COVID test before going. If fully vaccinated I am unsure how that works.
MALVERN, Pa., March 18, 2021 /PRNewswire/ — ADVAITE’s RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test, one of the first US manufactured FDA EUA authorized point-of-care (PoC) serology tests, is now available via Amazon Business.
The FDA’s Emergency Use Authorization (EUA) for Advaite’s rapid response IgG antibody test strengthens America’s public health protections against biological threats by facilitating availability and use of cutting-edge medical countermeasures. ADVAITE is one of the only US manufacturers to receive FDA EUA for a point-of-care serology test to date. All RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test Kits are manufactured and assembled locally start to finish at FDA registered facilities in Southeastern Pennsylvania.
“This is a very important moment for public health in fighting this pandemic,” said Karthik Musunuri, Chief Executive Officer of Advaite. “The ADVAITE RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test offers unique advantages in containing the disease. Advaite’s test is simple to use, provides accurate results from a drop of fingertip blood and can detect IgG antibodies to the COVID-19 virus. Perhaps, most critically, our tests provide results in 15 minutes at the point of care. The inclusion of this test to be made available via Amazon’s online store will allow for expanded accessibility of the test to authorized providers.”
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration has granted Emergency Use Authorization (EUA) to one of the first U.S.-manufactured serology tests designed by ADVAITE Inc., an innovative biotech company developing novel point-of-care assays to help with combatting COVID-19.
The federal government’s EUA for ADVAITE’s rapid response IgG antibody test will strengthen America’s public health protections against epidemiological threats by facilitating access to cutting-edge medical countermeasures, such as ADVAITE’S RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test. ADVAITE is one of only a handful of US manufacturers to receive EUA for a point-of-care serology test.
“This is a watershed moment in the fight against this pandemic,” said Karthik Musunuri, Chief Executive Officer of Advaite. “The RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test offers unique advantages in containing the virus. ADVAITE’s test is simple to use, provides accurate results from a drop of fingertip blood and can detect IgG antibodies to the COVID-19 virus. Perhaps most critically, our tests provide results in 15 minutes at the point-of-care.”
“Fifteen-minute testing can mean peace of mind and workforce readiness,” Musunuri said, emphasizing that, “Unlike conventional tests that require offsite blood specimen lab work, the RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test analysis can be done on the spot at the point of care, such as at a physician’s office, making this an ideal solution for screening mass populations.”
From a public health perspective, the RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test will help in seroprevalence surveys for determining the prevalence of infection in communities during the COVID-19 pandemic. “Our test uses fingerstick whole blood in point-of-care settings, thereby offering a practical and scalable approach to estimate prevalence of persons who develop SARS-CoV-2 antibodies in a more general population and over repeated time intervals.” said Dr. Sandeep Jain, ADVAITE’s Chief Scientific Officer.
All RapCov™ Rapid COVID-19 Test Kits are manufactured and assembled start to finish at FDA registered facilities in Southeastern Pennsylvania, and ADVAITE plans to immediately begin supplying the market with its testing kits on a national scale.
So what about whatever they promised to Chester County?
Truly life in the land of COVID will make for several good whodoneits by the time life returns to normal….
Documents disclosed obtained via a Right to Know are kosher to peek at even for us ordinary folks, correct? And a court filing also ok to peek at, correct?
Most of this is waaaay above my pay grade but I thought I would share…..
Today it’s a 9″ x 12″ enveloper full of crap and fake testimonials. Once again I called to ask that we be REMOVED from solicitation of any kind. Last time I got a live person, the outraged “Alex” who wouldn’t talk to me because I had a blocked line. Time before that I left a message requesting removal from all forms of solicitation. Today the auto attendant lady cheerfully chirped in a recording that it could take several months to be removed from solicitation list.
Oh BULL SHEIT George Beatty. It doesn’t take that long.
So Georgie boy, I will make it simple: BUGGER OFF. I love my home and if I were selling, I know plenty of fabulous realtors who are shall we say, have a little more polish and style. My house is neither run down nor vacant. No houses in my neighborhood are run down or vacant. GO AWAY.
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I’m not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don’t last Well it’s just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There’s something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don’t know why you should feel That there’s something to learn It’s just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you’re part of a crowd They’re laughing at something And the music’s loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you’re all alone, in these Time passages I know you’re in there, you’re just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Al Stewart. My husband and I both love his music. He is one of my earliest music memories. As in I liked to listen to him. My tastes were somewhat eclectic. I didn’t like the Doobie Brothers (and a friend’s cousin was a roadie in the 70s), and as sacrilegious as it sounds, I never got The Grateful Dead. I think the first time I heard Al Stewart was down at a friends house in Bethesda, Maryland. These two sisters who are still my pals had two older brothers, one of whom used to take us to Kemp Mill Records in Georgetown (Washington, DC). I loved that music store more than any other I was ever in. They always were playing the most fabulous music, and no disco biscuits need apply. Now to those in my peer group who were devotees of Plastic Fantastic and Mads Records, this will come as a surprise, but there was nothing better than Kemp Mill Records in my opinion.
So this morning I had an earworm when I woke up and it was Al Stewart’s Time Passages. Hence the post title. And how does it tie to this post that is most definitely a ramble? It just does.
We all have music that evokes memories. Al Stewart reminds me of first Kemp Mill Records along with The Little River Band. Later on, Al Stewart would remind me of The Point in Bryn Mawr. The Point was where the original Main Point was, and Al played there when I was too young to be allowed to go there. But I made up for lost time when The Point opened up in the same spot as the original Main Point.
The Point ran in Bryn Mawr circa 1998 to 2005. Al Stewart was there often and other musicians I loved like Shawn Mullins and Sophie B Hawkins. The original Main Point began circa 1964, and closed in 1981 the year I graduated high school.
So I have been thinking about time passages. This year is my 40th high school reunion from Shipley, and thanks to COVID-19 no reunion. I remember 1981. Back then, almost 57 just seemed so very far away, yet here we are.
Mini Term, Spring of 1980
I have a nice life. I am blessed and am where I am supposed to be, with the person whom I am supposed to be with. Added bonus? He knew and remembers my younger self. I think that makes me really lucky. And I know I am loved. I can’t say that about everyone I know.
The past year with COVID-19 has taken many of us on mental road trips. My stepfather, who is British by birth, remarked that over the past year he had many memories of his childhood in England, including World War II float to the surface. He said that he found it interesting that these memories are still intact and that we needed the quiet of life imposed upon us by a global pandemic to allow them to float back into our consciousness. It’s kind of true.
Life and time march on no matter how we try to stop it. I see women who look fabulous, but haven’t figured out those really short skirts and impossibly high heels they are still wearing in defiance of the aging process would be better suited to their nieces and daughters. They remind me of this woman I remember from the Main Line when I was in my 20s. She liked frog statues in her garden and had a killer figure….but she would wear pantyhose and hot pants and summer heels and sandals for summer shopping. Especially memorable? Her patriotic July 4th hot pants. It always made me feel a little sad that she wasn’t taking aging well. Now I guess she might have been approaching some point in her 40s back then. But every time I see one of my own contemporaries or slightly younger struggling with the aging process, I think of this woman.
A friend of mine turned 60 the other day. I can’t believe it. I remember when her son used to ride a scooter through our old neighborhood when he was a little guy. Now he’s a grown up, out of college, with his own life.
One of my closest friends oldest child just took his SATs. He totally rocked them. He smiles at me when I tell him I remember when he was hatched. But I do. I remember him so clearly as an infant. And another one of my close friends has her daughter graduating from college. Another kid I love and remember as a little girl. Now she is this beautiful young woman. Even my niece of whom I have these memories of her and her little fashion shows changing her outfits multiple times a day is now a college freshman.
Sometimes I just sit here and think about where time has gone and what it took for us all to get here. And I marvel. Another friend and I were facetiming recently and we were talking about remembering when our parents were the age we are now. And all of the stores we used to love to visit in Bryn Mawr when we were kids like Katy Did and that marvelous book store next to it. And all of the antiques stores and Eskil’s Clog Shop. And of course, wanting to be old enough to go to the Main Point without our parents freaking out.
Volunteering (in costume) at Historic Harriton House in Bryn Mawr 1970s.
The memories of a more innocent time. And a lot of them have resurfaced in the time of COVID-19. And just like my stepfather noted, the memories are still here, we just need quiet to visit them again.
Lots of memories of my late father. He’s been gone since 2005. But I have had all sorts of memories resurface. Like him helping a neighbor plant either azaleas or rhododendrons in a seersucker suit one time when he came home from work. Or running around the day of my sister’s wedding (which was held in my parents’ house) touching up paint because caterers and florists and whomever had marked a couple of walls. Or the little girl memories of going with him on a snowy December night to the rail yards in his red VW bug to get a Christmas tree. Or going shopping on 9th street (Italian Market) with him and visiting all the merchants he had been going to since he was a kid in some cases.
Other things I am remembering of late? Fabulous garden parties in amazing gardens in Philadelphia. I do not remember which non profits benefitted (Philadelphia Parks Alliance, PHS, or a garden club ?) from all of them but I remember how lovely they were. No artifice and beautiful gardens. I think one was at Ernesta Ballard’s house in Chestnut Hill. I remember Thatcher Longstreth’s wife Nancy was there. She was in wheelchair.
Other memories? Shipley Mini Term the spring of 1980. I did an internship in the City Representative’s Office in Philadelphia. My godfather was the late Dick Doran, and at that time he was the City Representative under Mayor Bill Green. Bill Green and Dick Doran knew my father from St. Joe’s Prep. When I was growing up they were around a lot. Dick Doran gave a wedding toast at my parents’ wedding. And I remember when Dick was Chief of Staff to Milton Schapp. I remember that in particular because my father was not a fan of Harrisburg, and I was really little and didn’t know where Harrisburg was.
Perhaps it was that internship while I was a junior in high school that made me interested in observing politics…but never having a desire to run for office. But I remember it was a fascinating time. Ed Rendell was the District Attorney. I remember Thatcher Longstreth taking me to meeting with him in CIty Hall, although he was not a City Councilman again until after I had graduated from high school. He was the nicest man.
That was kind of a golden time in Philadelphia City Hall. Much like the era of Richardson Dilworth, who was not only a beloved Mayor of Philadelphia, but grandfather to one of my oldest childhood friends. However even with the golden time, there was political infighting and even a messenger in City Hall who believed in aliens, and yes had a few tinfoil hats.
Other memories that have floated up to the surface was of all things a plant sale my mother used to work on when I was little. The plant sale at The Hill Physick Keith House. They would stage the plants in the side walled garden that had a gate out to Cypress Street.
The Hill Physick Keith House holds a lot of memories. I remember playing quietly as a very little girl in the curtains in the room with the big desk and beautiful inkwell when my mother was a volunteer there. I actually have a pair of antique drapes that once hung in the house. I do not remember why they were removed, only that when I was little they were going to be thrown out, so my mother adopted them. For a while they hung in our house in Society Hill which had windows of a similar scale to those in the Hill Physick Keith House. Now they live in a blanket chest. I have no reason to keep them, but so many why as to not let them go.
Yes the drapes from the Physick House.
So here we are, It’s 2021. My hair is turning gray and white but is still mostly brown. I gave up the idea of color when I was diagnosed with breast cancer almost 10 years ago. There is a link between hair dyes and breast cancer. So when I heard that I was done with the semi-permanent color I used to use back then. Now when I look in the mirror sometimes I see my father’s mother which kind of freaks me out that I can so clearly see her face in my face at times.
Soon I will be getting my second COVID-19 shot. But I still am keeping it close to home with the COVID-19 of it all. But it also means I can keep on gardening.
I will close with was this where my teenage, childhood, or young adult self though I would be? I am not really sure because after all, within this life we live, we actually live several lives as we go throughout our life. So yes, I definitely can’t answer that. I only know I am home and grateful for my life, and each stage of it.
Soooooo…do the folks in the upscale Malvern Hunt development know about this proposed Uber Cram Plan next door in West Whiteland?
Because if this development happens combined with the crammerific townhouse development next to East Whiteland‘s Bacton Hill Park, “Malvern Crossing”, it sure is going to impact their lives right? And everyone else around here? Wow, just imagine the traffic alone, right?
Would West Whiteland Township care to let us in on what’s specifically up with historic Pickwick, also known as the John Kent Kane Jr. House? Will that historic house be preserved?
But back to the meeting in September that went by with nary a sound and why? For real 344 houses? Adult in description, so essentially another Hershey’s Mill type project? Really “by right”?
That’s a lot of additional development for Swedesford considering the development already in either direction…..
And let’s think about all of the other development happening all over, okay? Lancaster Avenue in East Whiteland, West Whiteland, points west, points east.
For West Whiteland all the development coming to either side of SS Philip and James, either side of Ship Road and development just keeps marching west?
In Chester County east, west, north, or south- development. Think about it, are there any municipalities without development of some kind? I mean I am sure there are, only I can’t think of any.
But back to whatever this is that will replace the rotting ghost houses on Swedesford Road. That’s a LOT. A LOT more stress on infrastructure, first responders, hospitals, schools and so on and so forth.
Just putting it out there. It’s public record. Just pick a municipality. When does it end? When do residents in Chester County stand up and band together and say enough already to development? When do we even just hit a freaking pause ⏸ button?
I make no secret over the fact that I am completely over the push push push of realtors/real estate investors of all forms soliciting business since COVID19 hit.
First you have the slimy ones that send the postcards announcing they’ve been trying to reach you 95 times by postcard but they can’t find your phone number.
Or they are robocalling you via off shore call centers with heavily accented individuals reading from a script. And whether it’s postcard or robocall they all have friendly names like “Dan” or “Steve” or “Brian”.
Next come the regular residential realtor variety from the various and sundry companies you recognize. Like today’s solicitation which came addressed to both our name and “occupant“.
Dear occupant and she wants our business no less?
Of course there were other amusing things about today’s postcard from someone at Compass in Devon. Like for example it says it’s from their “Upper Main Line” office and lists a phone number. I tried to call the phone number on the postcard listed as the main office number because I want to be put on a do not solicit list. Only the number on the postcard isn’t a valid general office number and you get the recording from the phone company that this number doesn’t exist.
Now that’s just sloppy marketing and lack of proofreading, which if I was in the market for a new home or a realtor, this would knock this person out of the running right then and there. Details matter.
Then there’s the house that’s on the front of the postcard that says “just sold“. It’s one of the McMansions crammed in off of 352 on Shirtz Farm Lane…. which once upon a time was an actual farm. I made no secret of how I loathe farm to development conversions.
I guess our comparables are all going up in the area because this woman claims to have sold this house which is on a postage stamp sized lot for over $1 Million. And again…if you saw where it was it’s right there on 352 after the railroad underpass! It’s a marvel, those prices.
This is a development that once it finally got started if you blinked, you missed the houses going up. And it’s still got piles of dirt everywhere, it’s rather unattractive. Million dollar Lickety Splits.
Just so we’re clear, I have quite a few dear friends who are realtors whom I respect immensely. They don’t send out things like this. And they would never refer to someone in a mailer by name and then occupant because that’s just kind of insulting. If you need a realtor I’m happy to refer you to one of the many fine individuals I know. And they are actually truly local to Chester County and live here.
As I have said on other posts I have written about the sleazy real estate investors (house flippers) sending postcards to buy your house for cash, this is one of the byproducts of the COVID-19 global pandemic. As happened the last time there was a pandemic at the turn of the 20th century, it made people want to get out of cities and move into suburbia or less populated areas. Only I think circa 1918 they weren’t bombarding people with post cards.
I appreciate that realtors I’ve never heard of or are not particularly local love our area. I just wish they would stop soliciting me. Obviously I love where we live that’s why we’re here.
Phase 1A is the first vaccine distribution step. The vaccine is currently being distributed to:
Long-term care facility residents Health care personnel including, but not limited to: Emergency medical service personnel Nurses Nursing assistants Physicians Dentists Dental hygienists Chiropractors Therapists Phlebotomists Pharmacists Technicians Pharmacy technicians Health professions students and trainees Direct support professionals Clinical personnel in school settings or correctional facilities Contractual HCP not directly employed by the health care facility Persons not directly involved in patient care but potentially exposed to infectious material that can transmit disease among or from health care personnel and patients Persons ages 65 and older Persons ages 16-64 with high-risk conditions: Cancer Chronic kidney disease COPD Down Syndrome Heart conditions, such as heart failure, coronary artery disease, or cardiomyopathies Immunocompromised state (weakened immune system) from solid organ transplant or from blood or bone marrow transplant, immune deficiencies, HIV, use of corticosteroids, or use of other immune weakening medicines Obesity (body mass index [BMI] of 30 kg/m2 or higher but < 40 kg/m2) Severe Obesity (BMI ≥ 40 kg/m2) Pregnancy Sickle cell disease Smoking Type 2 diabetes mellitus
PHASE 1 B:
People in congregate settings not otherwise specified as long-term care facilities, and persons receiving home and community-based services First responders Correctional officers and other workers serving people in congregate care settings not included in Phase 1A Food and agricultural workers U.S. Postal Service workers Manufacturing workers Grocery store workers Education workers Clergy and other essential support for houses of worship Public transit workers Individuals caring for children or adults in early childhood and adult day programs
PHASE 1 C:
Essential workers in these sectors: Transportation and logistics Water and wastewater Food service Housing construction Finance, including bank tellers Information technology Communications Energy, including nuclear reactors Legal services Federal, state, county and local government workers, including county election workers, elected officials and members of the judiciary and their staff Media Public safety Public health workers
PHASE 2:
All individuals not previously covered who are 16 and older and do not have a contraindication to the vaccine (note that at this time, only the Pfizer-BioNTech product is approved for those age 16 and 17)
It is still about as clear as mud and somewhat contradictory depending upon where you register. I had my first shot a week ago as a 1A active cancer patient. It was a total fluke that I got it, but it happened. And that is the biggest problem I see here is the fact that getting a shot IS a total fluke it feels like most of the time.
We registered our son. He is in the food service worker category because he works while he is in college locally. His classes are online and he’s here with us as opposed to a dorm right now. As a college student, living with parental units during a global pandemic is not so much fun, but we are grateful he is here and safe. I know of people who have kids in other states whose college students are supposed to stay on campus and abide by the rules set by their schools yet all they do is sneak off campus. And if they get caught it’s buh byes college student, yet they persist so it begs the question why did they go to school in the first place? If they didn’t want to be there, on campus, why not stay home and take classes online? I also see photos of college kids on spring break which completely blows my mind.
Like many families, we have a full complement of elderly relatives, and I live immunocompromised so our son has to be extra careful, and is. But common sense would dictate that he since lives with at least one 1A category person and he is exposed to the public as a food service worker, that one would think people in food service categories would be getting shots by now. But they aren’t. So he is kind of registered and signed up for when his eligibility arrives, but not yet vaccinated.
And then there is my husband who is phase 2, or who is left over in the world at that time. I am 1A, we have elderly relatives whom he helps with all sorts of things. So while not a traditional caregiver, he is still a caregiver. Yet he is literally the bottom of the barrel.
Philly Fighting COVID as a scandal is a perfect example of how messed up the COVID shot distribution is in Pennsylvania. The City of Philadelphia flat out seemed to ignore red flags with Philly Fighting COVID yet look how far they got? Where is the Philadelphia City Council accountability because do we really think they would have gotten shoved up the food chain without the ever problematic Philadelphia City Council?
Pennsylvania is definitely FUBAR on COVID shots. My mother, who is in her 80s and was 1A got a shot on a fluke. As in they showed up at their local hospital and just walked in….after wondering how they were going to get an appointment because they hadn’t been able to get an appointment. Another senior I know got a shot because they drove someone else to get a shot.
People are driving hours to places like Altoona, Carlile and Jim Thorpe to get shots. I even pulled up Erie as a shot location. All eligible but because Southeastern PA is like the Bermuda Triangle of COVID shots you either eventually get lucky or have to drive hours to get a shot. Other people are going deep into Lancaster and Lehigh Counties. I know people who don’t live in states like Delaware, yet drove there or NJ for a shot. It’s ridiculous.
I guess you can say this is government bureaucracy at work? Or is Governor Tom Wolf punishing Southeastern PA for something? And John Fetterman sends out he’s running for US Senate junk mail and actually expects people to vote for him when the state can’t even get sufficient shots to our area, yet underpopulated by comparison areas get more shots than they need?
I mean OH COME ON ALREADY!.
Do not misunderstand me, I am grateful that I lucked into getting my shot, but it should NOT have been so difficult. And so many who are 1A like me can’t get one. Random act of cursing here but it’s utter bullshit.
And people who should be essential aren’t essential so they can serve us our food, bake our cakes, deliver our food, deliver our mail, repair things in our homes, and so on are still hanging out there? People I know who moved to other states got a shot where they moved to almost immediately. And then there are the people with vacation homes in other states who hopped planes to go get COVID shots there….and didn’t exactly wait before hopping a return flight back to primary state of residence, AKA Pennsylvania the Bermuda Triangle of COVID shots.
Sign me befuddled by our government at work. And oh yeah, if Trump had taken this more seriously a YEAR ago, would we all be better and more safely positioned in our global pandemic universe. Love how he got his almost secret shot and is now suddenly encouraging people to get their shots….
Life with COVID19 one year later is irritating, infuriating, and fascinating.
Be safe out there. Wear a mask. Living in the Bermuda Triangle of COVID19 shots is like a giant constant game of dodgeball meets Russian Roulette
All over social media people are starting to post about letters like the above. They are from the Jehovahs Witnesses. I guess due to COVID-19 they can’t go door to door anymore so they’re reaching out with creepy letters instead.
My problem with these letters is that people are reporting they’re being sent to their children. It’s bad enough to get a creepy Jesus letter as an adult when you have your own religion, but it’s unacceptable that they are sent to children.
I am always polite to the Jehovah’s witnesses when they come door-to-door. But I will admit that I tire of them pushing every time they show up. I politely say to them I prefer no solicitation of any kind, and most importantly I have a religion and a relationship with God that doesn’t need to include Jehovah’s Witnesses.
On NextDoor where I saw one of the conversations about these Jesus letters some woman remarked that we were losing our humanity and christianity. These letters have nothing to do with humanity or our sense of christianity, they are creepy. And sending letters to people’s underage children, as in legal minors, is not just creepy it’s most probably not kosher legally. They shouldn’t solicit children and they need to stop.
These letters are being hand dropped in to peoples mailboxes. They are not coming through the U.S. mail. A lot of them are appearing right now in the West Chester area which makes sense because there is a Jehovah’s Witness Hall I think on Phoenixville Pike.
I know some are going to read this and say I am anti-religion. I am not. But I am in fact anti-inappropriate contact. And I think these letters are creepy and inappropriate because they are not merely targeting adults in a household. I don’t like that they send them to people’s children.
So Jehovah’s Witness Hall in West Chester and elsewhere? Y’all need to up your marketing game. I understand outreach is part of your movement, but with all due respect, you need to respect the religious beliefs of the people you are soliciting. You also need to respect the laws with regard to soliciting minors. Perhaps you are buying mailing lists which don’t indicate age of residents, but y’all need to figure it out.
And you can leave my mailbox alone.
People out there, if your children are under age and receiving these letters, it is my humble opinion you should let authorities know. Thanks for stopping by.
I actually had to look him up. I keep getting these phone calls from Devin Nunes and his campaign.
I knew he was a politician but I knew he wasn’t from around here. So I looked him up.
Why is the campaign of a California Congressman robo calling me in Chester County, Pennsylvania?
Even more importantly after I have requested multiple robo call numbers that say Nunes on it to put us on the do not call list, why hasn’t that happened?
News flash GOP: not a good look. Especially not a good look given what I have read about Congressman Devin Nunes and it’s not flattering. in every article you get a whiff of a skunk and I don’t mean Pepé Le Pew, either.
So Congressman Nunes do you get it now? Does your campaign get it? Stay in your lane. I live in Pennsylvania and am not interested but I sure hope someone votes you and your robo calls out of office.
