Desire, Panic, Hooker

Is this the short-form tale about the downfall of a formerly innocent girl? No such luck; it’s just an area of Pennsylvania.

Out westward of here lies the tiny little burg of Desire; it would be nice if the “Welcome To” sign had little hearts on it and maybe some nice small flowers. Regardless, it’s Desire. On the next marked road is “Panic,” which easily comes after a little too much desire. If you wanted Desire, but went too far, you might well Panic.

Keep going and you will end up in Hooker. After too much desire, which led to panic when you were “late,” you had to raise some quick cash and that’s where hooker came in. Or so I suppose. Odd that these three jussssst happen to be in the same general area; especially Desire and Panic. Hooker comes a bit later.

Pennsylvania has a lot of rather oddly-named little burgs. I use that terms because we have only one town: Bloomsburg. All the rest are cities, municipalities, boroughs or large backyards. We have one place that doesn’t even exist (Mountaintop) that’s just a post office and its ZIP Code serving two or three townships and a school district.

I’ve never seen an area with so many strange names, some funny (Hooker), some odd (Panic, Desire), and some you just wonder about (Shantytown). Maybe one of these days I’ll look at the state map, correctly called the Commonwealth map, and entertain you with some of them. First, I have to catch up with my blogging.