I forgot how lovely Pennsylvania is in the fall. 🍁 My mom and I went for a walk at a state park, and then stopped by The Old Stone Tavern. It wasn’t open, but the owner came to greet us and offered us food anyways. She wipped up some homemade pot pies for us, and then sat down with us to share a meal as she talked about the history of the house. It felt like such an honor, and was in the spirit of how things were long ago. As a child, we drove past the house thousands of times. Always ad...