Nose: Complex

March 10, 2014 | by Lawrance Binda

“You might want to take a good whiff of the trays before you start to drink,” said our waiter, Scott, as he put down the last of seven trays, each topped with a constellation of eight glasses.

He was serious.

Scotch is a drink of many senses. The dense, caramel-colored liquid, sitting at the base of a wide glass, light sparkling from it, is itself beautiful to see. Then you lift the glass, bring it to your nose, inhale deeply. You swirl the Scotch to release more of the aroma: the fruits, the woods, the spices. Finally, you’re ready to taste. You press the glass to your lips and let the liquid linger on your tongue, sensing the bite and the powerful lift into your sinuses, before finally letting it slide down slowly, warming your throat and stomach.

But Scott was suggesting a step before even that—that we take in the air settling above the trays, that we indulge in the potency of aroma released by so many filled glasses in such a confined space.

On Friday night, eight of us gathered in a private room at Zia’s Trattoria in downtown Harrisburg for the monthly ritual of good drink and good conversation known as Scotch in The Burg (aka, #ScotchInTheBurg). The group started meeting last June when one pretty-well-known Harrisburg guy named Ganesh and another pretty-well-known Harrisburg guy named Dan decided to see if others were interested in exploring two things they already liked and wanted a deeper understanding of: Scotch and the city’s restaurants.

So they spread word via Twitter (thus the hashtag) and quickly assembled a core group of other pretty-well-known Harrisburg guys. There’s Brian. There’s Bill. There’s Marc. There’s Eric. Several more have come and gone, and a few others pop in from time to time.

I’m an accidental participant. After work, on one of the many icy nights of January, my girlfriend Andrea and I climbed the steep steps to enjoy a cocktail and maybe some half-priced tacos at Suba, where we bumped into #ScotchInTheBurg. The group was just assembling and graciously asked us to join them.

How do I put this delicately? I don’t know squat about Scotch. Until then, my only exposure to whiskey had been an occasional late-night nip of Maker’s Mark at a place in D.C. called the District Chophouse and only then at the insistence of a British friend, who liked to end his evenings lingering over a glass.

#ScotchInTheBurg would never consider anything so mass market. At Suba, the brands were unknown to me, the flavors complex and surprising, and the ritual novel. Ganesh was patient, explaining how one approaches a new pour, the tasting regimen and the words used to describe it (fruity, peaty, leathery).

It turned out that, even within our small group, the tasters each liked something different. Whereas Brian preferred complexity, Ganesh liked sweet and, for Bill, the boggier, the better.

The Scotch, though, is only one part of the event, the organizing principle. Throughout the month, the core group uses Twitter to recruit, communicate, organize, all building up to the big night.

Marc took the lead for the March dinner, conferring repeatedly with Zia’s over details: the Scotch and food menus, where we’d sit, the time, the price. The first plan was a little too heavy on food over drink, the group decided. So, two small plates were removed and several Scotches added. All the details had been firmed as waiter Scott entered the small private room carrying trays of glistening snifters, their brown liquids swirling from the bottom.

“Gentlemen,” said Ganesh, “and,” gesturing towards Andrea, “lady.”

He paused for a moment, the brief silence appropriate for the start of something so anticipated.

“Shall we get started?”

Marc reached for the first set of glasses filled with 12-year-old MacCallen Scotch and passed them around the table. As everyone stared at the night’s first pour, he read from a note sheet to introduce the drink.

“Sweet taste of citrus, vanilla and coconut,” he said.

“Nose: Complex with a hint of fruit and heather honey.”

Brian interrupted. “I think you should read that as James Lipton.”

“Can I do Will Ferrell?” said Marc, who then continued without doing Will Ferrell.

“Palate: Medium, balanced with fruit, oak and spice.”

“Finish: Lingering with dried fruits, oak and spice.”

Everyone took a whiff, swirled, smelled again, sipped, slurped, swallowed.

The Scotch was relatively mild, fruity, flavorful.

“I like that,” Andrea said. “It’s very girly.”

The rest of the table—all men—laughed, but, despite that critique, that first pour was a crowd-pleaser, the only one of the night that everyone seemed to enjoy.

Soon afterwards, two additions were made to the table. Bruce, our eighth, finally showed after a long day at work, and our first course, a cheese plate, arrived.

Folks were clearly hungry, and everyone reached for the selection of mild and sharp cheeses. Some went well with the early rounds, some didn’t. (In addition to the MacCallen, we toasted and shared 1-ounce pours of 15-year-old Dalwhinnie and 12-year-old Balvenie.)

“That’s definitely smoky,” someone said of the Dalwhinnie.

Another piped in, “It’s a good smoky. It’s not campfire.”

Tongues loosened, and talk around the table came to include everything from the mayor’s big red shoes to the board game Operation to the TV show Key and Peele. A description that one of the Scotches “has wood” invoked exactly the commentary you’d expect from seven guys sitting around a table.

“Maybe girls shouldn’t be allowed here,” said Andrea.

Event veterans already shared an opinion that this evening matched the best—the best to that point being the very first #ScotchInTheBurg, held at Stock’s on 2nd.

“They did such a phenomenal job that it raised our expectations,” said Ganesh. “Since then, half have been very well organized and half have not.”

Organization does seem crucial to the event. Sure, the Scotch needs to be good and of enough variety, but that’s the easy part. What really makes #ScotchInTheBurg is good company, a level of privacy, nice food pairings and excellent service. Zia’s was passing on all fronts, a feeling confirmed when Scott ushered in the next dish, two trays of enormous Parmesan-encrusted shrimp with spicy marinara dipping sauce.

“This rivals anything we’ve had,” Ganesh repeated.

As people reached in, Marc declared that it was time for the next Scotch, a 14-year-old Oban. From our note sheet, Bruce read: “Smoky, malty dryness. Rich, full-bodied, smooth.”

Glasses clinked.

The Scotch was powerful, like inhaling deeply from a meat smoker.

“Holy Christmas!” said Ganesh.

“It wouldn’t be your first choice,” someone else piped in.

“It wouldn’t be my fifth choice,” said Andrea.

Conversations began to overlap. There was a fragment about Bruce’s long-ago trip to Denver and another about Bill’s fondness for the cream ale at Selin’s Grove Brewing Co. and another about Eric’s Jewish grandmother. We discovered that Brian has someone he thinks may be his girlfriend.

A 12-year-old Cragganmore followed, described in our notes as having odors of fruit salad, smoked almonds and stemmy hay.

“You can smell the stems,” someone joked (though you actually could).

To enhance the scent, Ganesh repeated a ritual he had begun the previous month. He poured a small amount of the Scotch into his hands, rubbed them together, brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. This is a routine of serious Scotch samplers, he had explained, and part of his own education.

The talk next turned to cultures that eat animal heads and how, in the United States, we prefer not to picture the animals we’re eating. Appropriately, the main course arrived right then: sliced filet mignon with Parmesan potatoes, plated beautifully to share family style (no head attached). The presentation was stunning, enough to momentarily silence seven men and one woman who had consumed five pours of Scotch.

Brian took a picture and tweeted it. But, before we dug in, the next-to-last Scotch was announced—a 10-year-old Laphroaig (“hint of seaweed and a surprising sweetness”). We clinked glasses again and wished cheers and salutè and nostrovia and drank.

“Whoa, that one slaps you in the face and kicks you in your [delicate man parts],” said Ganesh.

“I’m gonna call this one Casper cause this s*** is gonna continue to haunt me,” someone else announced.

And another: “It’s the only Scotch I need a chaser for.”

The filet quieted everyone for maybe 10 minutes, as we each finished off several slices and reached in for seconds until it was gone. Waiter Scott then announced a bonus: Zia’s was throwing in dessert as a final course.

Before the night’s final pour, Scott brought out tiramisu—creamy, espresso-flavored sponge cake scooped into large wine glasses—and arranged goblets of 10-year-old Orangerie around them, with fresh fruit as a centerpiece. We paused for a moment to relish the sight, the assembled glasses shooting sparks of light throughout the snug room, and several of us pulled out cell phones to snap pictures.

The orange-infused Scotch itself was fruity and smooth and mild, a welcome change from the earthier, harsher whiskies we had just sampled.

“It’s not very Scotch-y,” said Eric. “It’s more like a cordial.”

I was uncertain whether he intended that as a compliment or criticism, but we all agreed it was an excellent choice to wrap up the evening, served with dessert almost as an aperitif.

“That was downright enjoyable'” stated Ganesh with a finality earned from his nine or so months as the unofficial leader of #ScotchInTheBurg.

He may have been referring to the tiramisu or the last Scotch or the evening in general. But it seemed likely that he meant all three, with great conversation and company, a perfect two hours passed in the city of Harrisburg.

Heart and Soul

March 7, 2014 | by Paul Barker

Rick Kearns, Harrisburg's poet laureate, speaks with an audience member Friday in city hall.

Rick Kearns, Harrisburg’s poet laureate, left, speaks with Nancy Mendes of the Historical Society of Dauphin County’s Board of Trustees after Friday’s poetry reading in city hall.

On Friday, at 20 or so minutes to noon, Rick Kearns, Harrisburg’s new poet laureate, sat in the city hall atrium and talked about jazz.

Since 2010, Kearns has performed with a Lancaster-based jazz ensemble, the Con Alma Quartet, whose renditions of established jazz tunes—Ron Carter’s “Little Waltz,” Miles Davis’s “Blue in Green”—he threads with readings of his poems. The poem-song matchup is determined in advance, but the pacing is improvisational, with the result that Kearns’ voice fits in like just another instrument, seamless and responsive.

“It’s stimulating, scary, maddening, and a lot of fun,” Kearns said. “It keeps me on my toes. And we have a CD!”

Kearns wore a black corduroy sports jacket, black corduroy slacks, and a blue button-down shirt, open at the collar. He has exactly the sort of voice (smoky, slow-going) you would want telling you, over, say, a seventh chord on electric guitar, that the “moon wants a good red wine and a woman who can dance.”

Friday’s event was the second of Mayor Papenfuse’s “brown bag cultural programs,” which city hall will host on the first and third Friday of each month “to help promote the arts in Harrisburg and help connect citizens with the government center.” Within a few minutes, the atrium would fill up with 20 or so observers. For the moment, though, Kearns sat in a sea of empty chairs and reflected on “Aurelio’s Vengeance, Puerto Rico, 1901,” one of the poems cited in the mayor’s press release earlier that week.

“That one was about Puerto Rico right after the Spanish-American War, after America had sort of taken Puerto Rico,” he said. “It was very much based on the historical record.” Years ago, Kearns, who is of Puerto Rican and European descent, spent several days in Hunter College’s Center for Puerto Rican Studies, in New York, going through Puerto Rican newspapers from around the turn of the century. There he encountered stories about a “rash of suspicious fires” in the estates that had been abandoned by the Spanish-Creole gentry after the war.

“The rumor was that the guys working there had torched them, taking vengeance,” he said. The poem imagines one such arsonist, “early in the morning in the wet bushes,” waiting to “torch the grand old house”:

These are
the flames of hell
you bastard you won’t
be back to enslave my family any
more nunca
jamás
nunca
jamás

“Hey hey hey, brother!” Kearns said suddenly. J. Clark Nicholson, the artistic director of the Gamut Theatre Group, had arrived. Lenwood Sloan, the newly appointed director of arts, culture and tourism, followed close behind, greeting the pair warmly. They chatted for a moment, and then Sloan took center stage.

“Greetings to you all. We are gonna get started,” he said. The mayor arrived, slipping into an open seat in the front row, and Sloan, spotting him, welcomed him as “a literary man in his own right.” There were no brown bags in evidence yet, excepting one sandwich in butcher paper. Sloan took a moment to point out the various art exhibits close at hand: a display of “150 years of recreation,” including an old Atari console; a four-part mural, conceived by students at John Harris High, depicting Frederick Douglass, Martin Luther King, Jr., Rosa Parks, and Nelson Mandela.

He also indicated a folding table, piled with wooden contraptions and labeled “FREE BIRDHOUSES.” “We’ve been graced by these bird cages,” Sloan said, “and I’d ask you each to take one as an omen that spring is coming.” Then, with a nod to the Con Alma Quartet—“If we were in another place, there would be a saxophone behind him”—he introduced Kearns.

Kearns began with a series of poems about Harrisburg. They visited North 6^th Street (“hip hop swagger” on a “cool summer night”), a mambo dance on Allison Hill, and—in the obligatory light-hearted antipathy towards commuters—crows in Midtown defecating on state workers’ cars. In one poem, a long and compassionate tribute to an elderly couple Uptown, he reflected on “old-time Harrisburg”: the wife’s “crime watch through cigarette haze” on her porch, her husband “inconsolable” after her death, and his own death leaving behind $35,000 in credit card debt.

He continued with more tributes, to his Puerto Rican grandfather, to his mother, and to Martin Luther King. Papenfuse and his wife, who had slipped in, too, with the mayor’s lunch in tow, sat side by side in identical poses: legs crossed at the ankles, cupping take-out coffee.

“I don’t have a concept of time, so—how’m I doing?” Kearns said.

“Please keep reading,” Sloan said from the back of the house.

At the end of the reading, Kearns took a few questions. Nicholson, from Gamut, asked if he could talk about “the rich ground that Harrisburg is for so many poets.”

Kearns, nodding, credited Harrisburg’s “rich history.” “There was always music. That much I know. And my understanding is there were poets showing up off and on through our history.” By the time he became aware of it, Kearns said, he was running into poets “all over the place.” “There’s always been something about this town. There is an energy, there’s an artistic energy here.”

Joyce Davis, the mayor’s director of communications, asked if Kearns could discuss his vision for the role of poet laureate, especially in connecting with young people.

“There’s a couple things I’d like to do,” Kearns said. “And one is to help develop writing and poetry workshops in the city, one based in the Latino community, one based in the African-American community, open to everybody. And I think one of the great joys for me as a writer, as a person, as a community member, is being able to give young people that opportunity, to develop an artistic skill.”

“We have time for one more question,” Sloan said. “Yes ma’am.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have a question,” said a woman towards the back. “But I do have to thank you. Here I am on a Friday, in the middle of meetings, and phone calls, and text messages, and I didn’t expect for something to touch my heart. And I think I need to go home and write something for my mother.”

“Good! Great! I’m very glad to hear that,” Kearns said, as the room burst into applause.

“Can I borrow your words,” Sloan said. “Here, in the middle of the afternoon, with phone calls, and messages, and work, we can stop in the atrium of the city, in the center of government, for something to touch our hearts.”

He then asked Kearns to read a final poem. Kearns thought for a moment, then read “The Body of My Isla,” about protests he’d participated in against a military testing site on Vieques, an island off Puerto Rico:

5 million translucent tree frogs
singing as they must
aiming their love at the
murderous F-18s dropping
bombs and dripping poison
on Vieques, residential bombing site.

When he finished, there was another round of applause, and then members of the audience stepped forward to greet the poet, or to walk off with what Sloan, reminding them, called a “piece of spring”—a wooden birdhouse in a plastic bag.

To read “Verse Across Cultures,” TheBurg’s Q & A with Kearns, featured in this month’s issue, click here. You can listen to Kearns and the Con Alma Quartet at their SoundCloud page.

The Latest Graze: These landscapers are efficient, green–and cute as a button.

February 28, 2014 | by Andrew Dyrli Hermeling

Ironically, the idea for a story about a herd of goats originated not in rural Dauphin County but in Midtown Harrisburg.

Several residents had eyed a pick-up truck carrying goats in its bed. Naturally, curiosity led to a few questions, and it was discovered that the truck belonged to Brent Durborow, who had recently moved into the neighborhood.

It turned out that the goats belonged to the family business, Grazing Green Goats, run by Brent’s stepfather John Connelly. The herd is hired out to help property owners clear brush from their land. So, on a chilly morning, I drive out of the city into the open spaces that surround our capital; I am off to see a man about his goats.

Connelly’s Herd

As I pull into the Connelly’s farm, John is already at work. He greets me and then quickly ushers me over to the herd.

“We have about 20 goats, plus an additional dozen on another site,” says Connelly.

In addition to goats, which eat brush and woody overgrowth, Connelly also keeps sheep that eat grass.

The number and types of animals hired out depends on the needs of the property. After identifying the land that needs to be grazed, Connelly simply sets up a portable fence around the property and checks on the herd periodically until the job is done. Depending on the size of the property and the herd, the job usually takes between one and two weeks.

Connelly is marketing his herd as a green landscaping alternative. They help property owners by eliminating the need for herbicides while also removing invasive species. Plus, their droppings are very good for the soil. However, many times, Connelly’s goats are logistically the best option, green or otherwise.

“There are certain terrains that typical landscapers can’t tackle,” says Connelly. “My goats aren’t scared of steep slopes.”

As we chat, the animals make it clear that they aren’t shy. Goats approach me at the fence and nudge me, including an especially rotund female.

“She’s pregnant,” notes Connelly with a smile. “By the size of her, we suspect twins.”

As he pats the mother-to-be, named Tessie, I can’t help but notice the affection he has for his herd. After few more moments, he invites me inside to speak more.

Goat Appeal

We take a seat in the Connelly farmhouse with mugs of tea to stave off the chill. I’ve already been won over by the personality of Connelly’s goats, but I am interested in getting a sense of how customers react to having the herd on their property.

“Our herd is especially popular with families,” says Connelly. “The kids love playing with the goats. They get very sad when we bring the goats home.”

Durborow agrees. “People just love the goats. Kids will make up stories about them and their lives.”

Sometimes, Connelly takes unnamed goats to jobs with families so that children can name them. Children will often check in with the Connelly family to ask about the goats that they grew to love.

I was able to talk to Steve Bergstrom, a Lancaster County resident who works in medical sales, and a former client of the Connellys. Between the slope of his property and the amount of poison ivy present, Bergstrom was desperate to find a way to clear his land. The herd not only succeeded in doing its job, but won the hearts of the Bergstrom family—and the rest of their neighborhood—as well.

“We were the talk of the town,” says Bergstrom. “Everyone in the neighborhood was coming by to see the goats.”

The neighborhood continues to ask Bergstrom about the animals. Considering how well the goats did the first time around, Bergstrom plans on contracting the Connelly herd again.

Recovering from Tragedy

It is inevitable that people grow attached to these animals, and the Connellys are no exception. Unfortunately, tragedy struck the family this past October. While the herd was hired out to graze land near Conewago Creek, floodwaters suddenly rose. Brent and John rushed to rescue all that they could, but, by the time they arrived, they were too late for the majority of the herd.

“It was a big loss, it was terrible,” says Connelly.

In all, 23 goats were lost.

However, a few were rescued. Found buried in mud up to her head and forelegs, Tessie, the matriarch who greeted me at the fence, was pulled to safety.

“She actually got outside of the fence, which was lucky for her, since the fence was completely underwater,” says Durborow.

Adds Connelly, pointing to a picture of Tessie, “that was the joy right there.”

For Connelly and his family, Tessie’s pregnancy is especially uplifting.

The Growing Herd

It is a few weeks later when I check back in with Brent. He is at the state Farm Show promoting the business.

“Man, you need to come by again. The herd has grown!” says Durborow.

Tessie successfully gave birth to two kids, named Bonnie and Clyde. Another doe in the herd, Nina, gave birth to three kids as well, Holly, Nicholas and Noel.

While family members are still saddened by October’s tragedy, they are excited about the future. Like the herd, the business continues to grow. Come springtime, Connelly’s goats will once again be put to work clearing fields, one bite at a time.

For more information visit, www.grazinggreengoats.com.

Road Ramble: Projects abound for Harrisburg’s new infrastructure money.

February 28, 2014 | by Tara Leo Auchey

Screenshot 2014-02-28 08.34.24 It’s no secret that the City of Harrisburg is in dire need of an infrastructure overhaul.

Like so many cities, its systems of water, sewer, roadways, bridges and streetlights were put in place in other eras. When these frameworks were installed, they were innovative and effective.

Now, they’re old and outdated.

This is not a new subject. As the capital city’s debt crisis has unfolded over the past few years, there has been extensive scrutiny and public discussion about the antiquated infrastructure neglected since the city’s diminishing heydays.

Fortunately, that talk has resulted in due attention to the problems of burnt-out streetlights, potholes, faded lane lines and paving.

In January, the secretary of the state Department of Transportation stood alongside state Rep. Patty Kim and Mayor Eric Papenfuse to announce that Harrisburg would receive $10 million over the next five years to fix its most broken streets.

Also, an integral part of the massive debt resolution set aside an initial $6 million for city infrastructure repair. It’s in a fund to be used exclusively for that purpose without the ability to touch it for other reasons. That seed money will undoubtedly go fast, but, luckily, the fund is designed to receive future parking revenues for long-term support of one of the city’s greatest needs.

The point is, for the first time in a long, long time, Harrisburg will have money to fix some of its flaws.

Thank goodness.

While the list of infrastructure problems is substantial, fortunately, the city’s not that big.

From city line to city line, north to south, Harrisburg is about 4.5 miles long. From east to west, it’s less than three miles wide. It’s a small place.

Therefore, conceivably, it shouldn’t be that difficult to venture around the city and comprehensively address what needs to be done.

Anyone’s list will include the roads riddled with potholes that can’t be mended with patches of macadam. It won’t take long to fill pages with an inventory of burnt-out streetlights. Then there are the faded lane lines that confuse and frustrate drivers, whether residents, commuters or visitors. Speaking of faded lines, crosswalks are desperately deficient, too.

The list also should include a re-evaluation of traffic signals, improved signage and a reconsideration of the directional framework of the city’s streets.

What do I mean by this?

Well, first, let’s deliberate traffic signals. Not only should the timing of some of these stoplights be re-calibrated—such as the back-to-back lights at Locust and Walnut streets that seem to create congestion rather than relieve it—but the city needs some traffic signal upgrades.

Most specifically, Harrisburg could use more left-turn signals and a few more “No Turn on Red” signs. Need an example? Forster and N. 3rd streets where cars turning left, each the opposite way, go head to head in the intersection waiting for a chance to make their moves. Head up to Market and 13th or State and 15th at rush hour to see similar battles of will and machine. A pedestrian takes life in hand to cross these places at certain times, not knowing which ways vehicles may be coming.

Then there are the one-way streets.

A cruise up and down Harrisburg’s main streets yields the discovery that one-way streets are abundant. While this is not unusual for a city, in Harrisburg’s case, there really doesn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason why so many one-way streets go in the same direction in a row. That is, the traffic patterns require a driver to travel several blocks before east or west is an option, which is definitely a hindrance to those who live in the city, even if the original intention was precisely to hinder flow into the neighborhoods.

Perhaps this is yet another leftover design element of a past rationale, but for those of us today, it ends up being a befuddling inconvenience.

As if that isn’t enough, too often there isn’t clear signage indicating which direction the road goes. This, despite the fact that the city’s code states, “A sign indicating direction of traffic shall be erected and maintained at every intersection where movement in the opposite direction is prohibited according to the traffic control maps or by temporary regulation.”

Speaking of one-way streets, on one prominent issue, I feel compelled to declare my position without belaboring points already made—yes, I agree that Front and 2nd streets should be changed from one-way to two-way streets.

On that same note of major renovations, Cameron Street could do with an entire revamp in order to tackle the excessive speeding. In fact, the Capital Area Greenbelt Association is working with PennDOT on this to add “traffic calming devices” near where the Greenbelt path crosses this dangerous thoroughfare. Projects like this allow even further alteration to add bike lanes, which would be a trailblazing step for the capital city. Yes, pun intended.

Last, but not least, on a wish list of things to accomplish: CAT should open up the public debate about redoing the transit patterns in the city. Let’s ponder taking the big buses off narrow 3rd Street and moving them up to wider 6th Street. Wish of all wishes would be a trolley/shuttle of some sort that offered reliable transport from points across the city east to west, north to south, clear stops along the way.

Since repair, rehabilitation and renovation are bound to happen, why not throw everything on the table?

Tara Leo Auchey is creator and editor of todays the day Harrisburg. www.todaysthedayhbg.com

Let’s Roll–and Stretch and Dance: The Movement Center gets creative in keeping a body fit.

February 28, 2014 | by M. Diane McCormick

At 62, Kathy Weber looks 10 years younger than her age. And, she’s been taking classes at The Movement Center for 10 years.

Coincidence? Maybe The Movement Center didn’t stop time, but Weber’s doing something right.

“It’s taking care of my body so that I can continue to move into my 80s, my 90s,” said Weber, of Lower Paxton Township.

The Movement Center is that place you’ve driven by a million times—a brick Queen Anne on 2^nd Street in Harrisburg, just north of the Governor’s Mansion. Beth Butler founded it in 1985 as a dance studio, but the facility has changed with the times.

Dance remains on the menu, but the addition of various yoga modalities reflects Butler’s perspective on wellness and “sustainability” of the body through movement and proper bone alignment. The Movement Center lures customers to Harrisburg as the region’s sole practitioner of Yamuna body rolling, foot fitness and yoga, which use balls and disks to promote alignment and ease of movement.

Customers range in age, but many have “aged with me” and are now in their 70s and 80s, said Butler.

“People do find us because we offer things they can’t always find at other places, so they make the effort to come here,” says Butler. “There are wonderful programs all over the place, except they don’t always offer this specialized focus.”

At The Movement Center’s winter open house, I joined six or so brave souls who ventured out on a cold, rainy morning to sample body rolling. I sat in a chair with two squishy balls under my sit bones. At Beth’s instructions, we shifted the balls father down our thighs, a couple inches at a time, letting the pressure create space between jammed-up bones. We rolled our bare feet and gripped our toes on spiked disks, because if “you work your feet, everything else above it is going to start to align,” Butler said.

We opened our hips by lying on our backs, putting soles of feet together, and moving the balls under our lower backs and femurs.

“This is really not about rolling around and working soft tissue,” Butler said. “This is about impacting that bone. You have to think differently about this. It’s not like soft-tissue work at all, but you will release some muscles, I guarantee.”

Weber, an old hand at Butler’s body rolling classes, said, “You know what I like? Beth gets to a spot and stays there a while. She has you breathe into it, and it really hits the bone.”

Someone asked, “Do you get into the neck at all with these?”

“Oh, yeah,” Butler said.

The whole room said, “Ooooh.”

“It’s a whole-body therapy,” Butler said. “This is not isolated. When you have back problems, you don’t always work your back. You have knee problems, you might work your shoulders.”

Shana Andreychek, of Lower Paxton Township, attended the open house to test The Movement Center’s range of courses. At 35, she endures chronic pain from a degenerative condition. Quick to laugh and willing to try as much as her body can take, she said she hoped to find the right mix of movement and personal sessions to ease her pain.

“I try to find different modalities that work,” said Andreychek. “It’s difficult, but I noticed that, here, each instructor has vastly different modalities, which doesn’t usually happen. Usually, you go to a yoga place, and they have the basic philosophy of yoga and the basic type that they do, but this is unbelievably diverse.”

Instructors have free rein to follow their passions and pursue their specialties. New instructor Rachel Benbow realized her first time at The Movement Center that she studied ballet there as a child. Now, she teaches tribal fusion dance—like “earthy, very avant-garde” belly dancing—and offers reiki massage and sacrocranial therapy.

“I’m very excited to have the opportunity to teach dance here,” she said. “They offer such a wide variety of things, geared toward your health.”

Butler said she strives to create a welcoming space.

“My husband calls it a mission, as opposed to a business,” she said. “It’s never been too much of a business model. This would be what not to do, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t had a great impact with people we’ve seen. From our beginning to this, with all the different types of modalities, has been great.”

The Movement Center is at 2134 N. 2^nd St., Harrisburg. For more information, call 717-238-0357 or visit www.themovementcenter.net.

All Aboard for Lunch: For decades, locals have flocked to the Subway Cafe for great company, amazing pizza.

February 28, 2014 | by Stephanie Kalina-Metzger

The sturdy, brick building known as the Subway Café is one of those few, iconic Harrisburg places that has withstood the test of time, operating for decades as a restaurant, bar and neighborhood hub.

Need proof? An ad in the Harrisburg Telegraph dating back to 1935 wishes readers “Seasons Greetings” from Subway Café owner Steve Costea and touts “homemade goulash” as the house specialty.

The cuisine wasn’t the only thing just a bit different back then.

The small establishment also featured live entertainment, as evidenced by another ad that ran that same year. Not lacking in hyperbole, the advertisement reads, “Dancing and entertainment your eyes have never seen before. Also the Balkan Knights. Tamburitsa Band. Radio Artists.”

Today, patrons may wonder how the Subway managed to fit live music and dancing into such a small space, which seats about 75. At the time, though, the focus was heavy on entertainment and light on food. Articles throughout the years refer to the business as a “taproom,” and, in 1942, the Telegraph referenced a bit of legal trouble stemming from a “gambling device” discovered on the premises.

Enter Liana and Donato Giusti.

When the Giustis purchased the café in 1948, they made a great effort to improve the reputation of the establishment, located smack-dab in the midst of Harrisburg’s industrial zone, up the block from the Herr Street underpass. Liana’s son Donato Giusti, Jr., recalls, “Two spittoons were the first things my parents eliminated when they took over.”

The couple aimed to elevate the business from a beer den and nightclub to a restaurant, serving up Italian favorites like lasagna, spaghetti and meatballs and their now-famous pizza. Working-class folks from nearby businesses packed the place during lunch and after work to enjoy the freshly made personal pies with the savory sauce and cracker-like crust.

“Harrisburg Steel Company was the main clientele during the World War II years. Their major product was bombshell casings, which were converted to pressurized gas cylinders after the war,” said Donato, Jr.

Business boomed for quite some time before a series of setbacks occurred.

Hurricane Agnes swept through the place in 1972, leaving only the ceiling of the café unscathed. Donato, Jr. said his mother’s repeated quote to the customers, in her thick accent, was “we leana butta we no falla!” This inspired the family to run a newspaper ad with the phrase, alongside a picture of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, to announce that the café was, once again, up and running.

Today, diners can see the remarkable high-water marks from both the 1972 and 1936 floods, which are memorialized on a wall near the entrance.

The 1980s ushered in more challenges. Liana lost her husband in 1984, and the nearby TRW plant burned to the ground not long after, taking with it patrons who no longer found it a convenient lunch or dinner stop. The subsequent closing of the steel mill didn’t help.

A woman of lesser strength would have sold the place and retired, but not no-nonsense Liana.

She credited her father, who owned an Italian café and macaroni manufacturing business near Florence, Italy, for her business sense and tenacity. Tall and stately, she glided through the dining room overseeing everything. Nothing got past her, often to the chagrin of the staff, but she had a soft side and a sense of humor, too.

Liana ran the café until she passed away in 2001 at the age of 90. Donato, Jr. and his wife Pat took over until 2004, when they sold it to Christina and Fotios Lamnatos, who decided to retain the loyal staff that patrons had come to know and enjoy.

Long-time bartender Scott Hohe, with his trademark smile and jocular personality, has been serving up drinks at the Subway Café for 38 years. “I love coming to work every day to meet old friends and make new ones. I’m the hostess with the mostest,” he boasts with a hearty guffaw. Reviewers on Foursquare and TripAdvisor seem to agree, often giving the popular bartender shout-outs.

Romano Premici, who retired in 2009, also was a long-timer, serving more than five decades as cook. Waitress Lisa Kettering has been a loyal employee, as well, serving up food with a smile for almost three decades now.

The current owners have made small adjustments to keep up with the times.

“The changes they made are good ones. They are now open on Saturday nights, and they take credit cards,” said Hohe.

They still serve the popular “fishy bowls” of beer (as Liana used to call them), and the food offerings differ only slightly. Salads now include Greek and Caesar, and they’ve added homemade eclairs, which are hugely popular. The age-old pizza recipe has been retained, earning The Subway Café the PennLive Pizza Party award as the best pizza in Harrisburg just last year.

Meanwhile, the restaurant’s loyal fan base continues to expand. “Three and four generations of family members are coming in now,” said Hohe, who entertains them all.

Bob Schott of Harrisburg has been a regular since 1985. “I’m there every week. Initially, it was because of the pizza, but then I started meeting people,” he said of the family-like atmosphere and camaraderie. Schott recommends not only the pizza, but the lasagna, too.

The Lamnatos have carried on the Subway Café tradition of valuing their loyal staff and customers, serving up good food and welcoming newcomers. For those who have yet to visit, now might be a good time to treat your taste buds to one of the best pizzas around.

The Subway Café, 1000 Herr St., Harrisburg, 717-412-7128, www.subwaycafepizza.com.

Ear Infection Frustration: This common childhood ailment can be difficult to diagnose, treat.

February 28, 2014 | by Dr. Deepa Sekhar

Screenshot 2014-02-28 08.42.58 On a busy winter evening at the clinic, I usually will have several parents come in with concerns that their children have ear infections.

This seemingly straightforward diagnosis can cause stress, confusion and frustration for physicians and parents alike. Below, I will clarify how ear infections happen and why it may be tricky to answer the simple question, “Does my child have an ear infection?”

Next to the common cold, ear infections are the most frequent reason for children to see their doctors. By 3 years old, 80 percent of children will have had at least one ear infection. Understanding ear infections is easier once you understand how the ear works.

The ear is made up of three major parts: the outer ear, the middle ear and the inner ear. Sound enters the outer ear, the visible part of the ear, and travels through the ear canal to the middle ear. The middle ear is made up of the eardrum (a thin layer of tissue) and three tiny bones called the ossicles. The eardrum vibrates in response to sound waves travelling through the ear canal. The ossicles amplify the eardrum’s vibrations and carry them to the inner ear. The inner ear transforms the vibrations into electrical signals that the brain interprets as sound.

For this system to work well, the pressure in the middle ear must be equal to the outside air pressure. This is managed by the Eustachian tube, a small passage between the middle ear and the back of the throat behind the nose.

When a child has a bad cold or allergies, the Eustachian tube may malfunction and fail to drain fluid from the middle ear. Instead of air, this space fills with fluid. Bacteria and viruses may become trapped from the malfunctioning tube and grow in the fluid, leading to an ear infection.

Children with ear infections often demonstrate fever, fussiness, pain and poor eating. However, many of these complaints are seen with the common cold and teething, as well. Just the pressure from fluid in the ear, without an infection, also may lead to pain.

Your child’s physician will gather the history and use this information, along with physical exam findings, to make a diagnosis. The exam typically involves inserting an otoscope, a small flashlight with a magnifying glass, into the ear canal to view the eardrum. Ideally, the physician should be able to see the entire eardrum and assess its color, mobility and position to make a diagnosis. Now, add the following complications—a crying, fighting child, wax in the ear canal, and a parent struggling to hold the child still—and this becomes tricky. The eardrum may look red just from a child crying. Removing large amounts of ear wax may further upset an already uncooperative child.

Your child’s physician then will make his or her best recommendation based on how your child looks at the time of the visit, your child’s history, and what is known about the natural course of ear infections. Treatment may involve antibiotics, holding an antibiotic prescription while waiting a couple of days (watchful waiting), or treating with supportive care measures only.

If the doctor cannot see the eardrum well or is concerned that fluid in the ear has a high potential to become infected, you may be asked to bring your child back for a repeat examination in a few days. Even the best assessment cannot predict the child who gets worse or fails to respond to an initial course of antibiotics. Your doctor also can provide guidance on when to call the office for worsening or continued symptoms.

As a parent, you can help your child’s physician make a good assessment about an ear infection. First, provide a clear history of the symptoms. Second, especially for small children, hold on tightly. A parent who gently, but firmly, holds a fighting child for an exam can make a big difference in the physician’s ability to see the eardrum and make an accurate assessment regarding infection.

The good news is that the majority of children fully recover from ear infections. Ear infections tend to become less frequent as children get older and their Eustachian tubes become longer and more vertically placed, improving fluid drainage and reducing the chance of infection. Accurate diagnosis really depends upon a team effort between physicians and parents to answer that seemingly simple question, “Does my child have an ear infection?”

Dr. Deepa Sekhar is a pediatrician at the Penn State Milton S. Hershey Medical Center.

Regaining a Foothold: PAVCOC helps vets adjust to civilian life, start new businesses.

February 28, 2014 | by Stephanie Kalina-Metzger

Members at the Veteran Connection Center, grand opening

When Kyle Estep joined the National Guard in 2002, he was unaware of the complications he would face down the road after spending nearly a year in Iraq.

“I suffered some injuries to my knees and developed severe tendonitis,” he said. “It was frustrating when I learned that the VA had a backlog, which forced me to wait almost two years before I could get my surgery done.”

And that was just the physical part of his pain. When he returned home, he had a hard time readjusting.

“One day, I was in Iraq, and, the next day, I was home,” he said. “The post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) started to set in, so I spent a lot of that summer drinking in order to cope. I found myself uncomfortable in my surroundings. Things that didn’t bother me before suddenly did, like crowds and traffic.”

Estep sought counseling at the Vet Center in Harrisburg, spending almost five years working on his issues with now-retired readjustment Counselor Thomas Murray.

“He was like a second father to me and brought me through it,” said Estep, who is now paying it forward by volunteering at the PA Veterans Chamber of Commerce (PAVCOC) Connection Center, located off the Carlisle Pike on 36^th Street in Camp Hill.

PAVCOC was created to help veterans like Estep find resources that will help them succeed in civilian life. The Connection Center, which opened in November, is the nucleus of the operation. Housed on the second floor of the Shin Building, the space is comprised of four meeting rooms and a large conference area containing banks of computers where veterans can job search, update resumes and cover letters, work on school assignments and perform other tasks that will help them succeed. Currently, the Center houses 15 computers, and founder and President Robert Brandt expects that number soon to increase to 40.

Vets who need appropriate attire for upcoming interviews are invited to visit the Center and choose from among an array of suits for both men and women. “All they need to do is sign them out and bring them back, and we’ll have them cleaned,” said Brandt.

Books with such titles as “You Are Tremendous” by Charlie ‘Tremendous” Jones, “The One Minute Entrepreneur” by Kenneth Blanchard and “Leadership without Excuses” by Jim Grimshaw line the shelves of the back wall and are available as handy guides for those seeking their advice.

Help is also available for sprucing up resumes. “We help them translate their military field work into the civilian sector,” said Brandt.

Estep learned of the Connection Center when he was watching the news.

“I rarely watch the local news,” he said. “It just happened to be the day they were holding their grand opening.”

He reached out to the PAVCOC and was soon volunteering to help others like him navigate the sometimes-difficult world that awaits returning veterans. With the help of Brandt, Estep, who was unemployed at the time, found work and recently began a new job.

As more businesses are learning about the organization, they are beginning to reach out.

“Just recently, we were contacted by a delivery company that had 20 open slots they wanted to fill with veterans,” said Brandt. “They hired 12 out of 18 of our vets who applied, and they were paying between $15 and $18 an hour.”

The Center is partnering with several organizations, including the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, the American Legion and Fort Indiantown Gap, and intends to add more to the mix as the year unfolds.

Veterans also will be invited to take advantage of workshops that will cover a wide range of topics from managing health and stress to small business development, where they can learn how to bid on federal, local and state contracts. The Center also will follow up on the careers of those they place. “We’ll offer that help, as well, and reach out to ensure that our veterans are secure in their future,” said Brandt.

Dr. Oralia Dominic is currently spearheading an effort to spread health literacy among underserved populations for Highmark.

“I was real enthused when I learned about the organization,” she said. “A person who serves our country and returns, if they are fortunate enough to make it home alive, has unique needs.”

Dominic uses her knowledge to educate veterans on nutrition and advise them on managing chronic health issues like diabetes and hypertension. In addition, she serves as president of Estamos Unidos de Pennsylvania and sits on various boards, affiliations that help the organization move forward.

As a newly formed non-profit, PAVCOC plans to add more members and services, like weekly counseling, in upcoming months. Currently, 17 businesses have signed on and 11 professional members have joined the organization, including U.S. Rep. Scott Perry and state Rep. Patty Kim.

Brandt said the entire experience has been extremely rewarding, and he is looking forward to a bright future for the organization.

“I am glad we are helping folks get a solid foothold on the life they are meant to have,” he said.

The PA Veterans Chamber of Commerce is located at 20 S. 36^th St., 2^nd floor, Camp Hill. For more information, visit pavcoc.org or call 717-889-1217.

Receivership in Rearview: Why did it turn out so differently than expected?

February 28, 2014 | by Lawrance Binda

Screenshot 2014-02-28 08.34.09 In December 2011, just as Harrisburg was beginning life under a state-appointed receiver, I wrote the following:

“Harrisburg is about to enter a new period, a time it’s never before experienced. The state takeover is unlike the city’s previous downs. In this down, Harrisburg is almost completely at the mercy of outsiders, who, most certainly, will not have the interest of the people who live here as a first priority.”

In other writings, I described receivership as an attempt to force the thrice-rejected Act 47 plan down the city’s throat, which would lead to a fire sale of city assets so creditors complicit in its financial crisis would be paid in full.

And so it seemed.

The receivership legislation appeared designed to punish Harrisburg more than help it, to ensure that creditors would get all their money, to protect suburban commuters, to stick it to defiant members of City Council.

Why else would bankruptcy be banned, would a commuter tax be forbidden, would a regional sales tax be off the table? What else could explain the ridiculous timeframe that gave the receiver just 30 days to draft a recovery plan, with the expectation that he’d have six months to implement it? Clearly, the fix was in.

Fast-forward two years.

In late January, the state announced that it expected the receivership to end on March 1, which caused me to think back on my initial impressions, thoughts and writings. For the most part, I think my analysis at the time was correct. The enabling legislation, SB1151, was intended to force city residents to bear this burden. Why, then, did the receivership turn out so differently?

Last month, our columnist, Tara Leo Auchey, credited the people of Harrisburg for influencing and inspiring the first receiver, David Unkovic, who, moved by their plight, drafted a recovery plan that treated residents as fairly as possible.

Indeed, Unkovic repeatedly made himself available to the public and, during his short but critical tenure, seemed far more concerned with the predicament of residents than I ever would have imagined on that cold day in November 2011, when, with great skepticism, I watched him being introduced at a press conference in the state Capitol.

At his core, however, Unkovic is a finance guy, a bond attorney. While he showed remarkable cause with the people of Harrisburg, he showed even more outrage over how his passion, the thing he had dedicated his life to—municipal finance—had been perverted by the Reed administration and its many enablers.

“It stunk like a kettle of rotten fish,” Unkovic said of the incinerator financings in testimony before a state Senate committee hearing. “This is the worst set of financings I’ve ever seen.”

Once he unraveled the nonsense behind the incinerator, the museum artifacts, the deceptive city budgets, Unkovic felt compelled to right the situation as best he could. Yes, Harrisburg had to pay down its debt by shedding some valuable assets, but that, he believed, could be done in a fiscally responsible way that also didn’t punish the people, who largely had been left in the dark during the Reed years and then left holding the bag.

In late March 2012, Unkovic resigned abruptly, citing unyielding pressure from creditors unhappy with his focus on fairness. That turn of events had an “Empire Strikes Back” quality to it, and many residents, myself included, again feared that the state would enforce the payback of creditors with little concern for the consequences to the city.

But that didn’t happen either.

The new receiver, Air Force Maj. Gen. William Lynch, couldn’t have been more different from Unkovic. He had no municipal finance experience, did not readily engage the public and had a direct, taciturn style. However, he sustained the focus on fairness, and his final recovery plan boldly built upon his predecessor’s already-creative approach to solving Harrisburg’s financial crisis.

Just as importantly, the receiver’s main consultants and advisers were finance people, ones who shared Unkovic’s affront over the financial games that had buried this city in debt. So, an impressive, experienced team of professionals bridged the two tenures, despite turmoil at the top.

I’ve written previously that I believe the receivership is ending too quickly, that it would have been better to wind it down over the course of this year. I continue to think this. However, I am glad that Harrisburg’s experience with state intervention ended up so much better than I had expected and, I believe, very differently than its architects had envisioned.

With the backing of Gov. Tom Corbett, Unkovic, Lynch and their “geniuses” (as Lynch liked to call his main staffers) crafted a plan that tried to do right by the city, its residents and the principles of good municipal finance, while completing their assigned job of settling Harrisburg’s mind-blowing debt.

As we wave good-bye to the receiver, I am thankful that Harrisburg has a chance to build a brighter future, something unimaginable until recently. And, looking back at the language of SB1151, I’m also thankful that the law of unintended consequences finally seemed to favor this long-luckless city.

Lawrance Binda is editor-in-chief of TheBurg.

Community Corner: Notable Events in March

February 28, 2014 | by Admin

Oral History Project

March 1-April 11: See the beautiful Landis family mansion in Newport and experience an interactive art exhibit that details the family’s unique history and their many artifacts. The students of Newport High crafted the “Tangents” exhibit, performing the research and making the event technologically advanced. For more information, visit www.perrycountyarts.com.

Eaken Piano Trio

March 2: Be entertained by the music of the Eaken Piano Trio, composed of violinist John Eaken, pianist Gloria Whitney and cellist Andrew Rammon. The trio will play at the Sunday Arts Hour at 3 p.m. at the Landis House in Newport, Perry County. The event is free and open to the public. For more information, visit www.perrycountyarts.org.

Network Mixer

March 4: Meet new customers and make new connections at the monthly evening mixer of the West Shore Chamber of Commerce, held this month at Mission Central in Mechanicsburg. There will be a chance to tour the building and learn about the mission. There is no cost, and there will be prizes and giveaways for some attendees. For more information, visit www.wschamber.com.

Tuscan History, Culture & Cuisine

March 5: Learn about Tuscany, Italy, and its delicious cuisine at this free program. Pamela Yascavage, owner of Tuscany Tours, will lead the discussion based on her personal experience of the region. The program begins at 7 p.m. at the Penn State Hershey Medical Center, 500 University Dr., fifth floor, lecture room C. Refreshments will be served. Visit www.worldcultureclubpa.org.

Art Reception

March 7: Abstract, mixed media sculptures by Harrisburg artist Reina Aguilar Wooden (aka Reina 76 Artist) will be featured at an art reception in the Public Media Center of local public media station, WITF. The wine-and-cheese reception will include a discussion with the artist and a free screening of “The Midwife.” The 5-7 p.m. event is at 4801 Lindle Rd., Harrisburg, and the exhibit runs through April 11. More is at www.witf.org/community/witf-events.

Of Carnivals and Kings

March 7: Experience a circus-themed exhibit and reception at Metropolis Collective, 17 W. Main St., Mechanicsburg. There will be live music by Buzzchopper, as well as performances, interactive surprises and art for sale. The event is free and donations are welcome. The opening reception will be 6 to 10 p.m., and the exhibit runs through April 25. For more information, visit www.metropoliscollective.com.

West Shore Chamber Foundation Graduation

March 7: Congratulate the 30 graduates of the West Shore Chamber of Commerce Foundation’s 2013-2014 Junior Leadership Central PA class. Eric Morris, internal operations coordinator for Uplifting Athletes, will speak and congratulate the graduates. Event will take place at 7:30 a.m. at the Park Inn by Radisson Harrisburg West. For more information, visit www.wschamber.org.

Annual Meeting & Dinner

March 8: Join the Central Pennsylvania Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce for its annual meeting and dinner at the Sheraton Harrisburg Hershey Hotel. Member registration costs $100 and non-member registration is $125. For more information, visit www.cpglcc.org.

Commercial Acting Workshop

March 9: All skill levels of acting are welcome at this workshop for kids. New York casting director Allison Franck of Liz Lewis Casting Partners will help children learn the techniques for on-screen acting and auditioning. The workshop is open for children ages 7 to 16 and will be held at the Jewish Federation of Greater Harrisburg, 1 to 5 p.m. To register, call Andrew Weikert at 717-236-9555. For more information, visit www.aclassacctny.com.

Affordable Healthcare Act Impact

March 9: Dr. George Beauregard, senior vice president and chief clinical officer of PinnacleHealth System, will discuss the Affordable Healthcare Act’s impact on medical professionals at the Harrisburg Jewish Community Center. The 1 p.m. program costs $25 for general admission, $20 for Maimonides Society members and $10 for medical students. Price includes lunch and one continuing educational credit. For more information, visit www.jewishharrisburg.org.

Second Sunday at the Mansion

March 9: Learn about the Civil War Hallowed Ground Project and website at this talk by Matthew Pinker, professor of Dickinson College. Tours of the Harris-Cameron Mansion in Harrisburg begin at 1 p.m., and the talk starts at 2:30 p.m. The event is free for members of the Historical Society of Dauphin County, and a donation of $5 is requested of non-members. For more, visit www.dauphincountyhistory.org.

Streetcar Lecture

March 11: Bruce P. Wells, former director of the Pennsylvania Trolley Museum, will give an illustrated talk entitled “Streetcar Rescue and Restoration” to the Harrisburg Chapter, National Railway Historical Society. The event takes place at Hoss’s Restaurant, 743 Wertzville Rd., Enola. Business meeting and speaker begin at 7 p.m., with dinner available as early as 5 p.m. Dinner and meeting are open to the public. For more information, contact Sloan Auchincloss at 717-238-2131 or [email protected].

Together in Song

March 13: Hear music from varying cultures, including West African, aboriginal, Australian, South African and Native American. Maggie Wheeler and Emile Hassan Dyer also will lead a music workshop for adults. The workshop, 5 to 7 p.m., costs $20. A concert and community sing follows at 7:30 p.m. and costs $10. Event takes place at Chisuk Emuna Synagogue in Harrisburg. Proceeds benefit the REMember Foundation. For more information, visit www.rememberfund.org.

Celebrate the Irish

March 15: Celebrate the ancestry of the Irish with Irish dancers and a bagpipe serenade while you dine and participate in silent and live auctions to support Harrisburg Catholic Elementary School. Festivities begin at 6 p.m. and last until midnight at the West Shore Country Club. Tickets are $100 per person. For more information, visit www.hbgcathelem.org.

A Celtic Concert with Seasons

March 18: Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with music that embodies the spirit of the holiday. With harps, mandolin and pennywhistle, this trio of siblings will provide entertainment as refreshments are offered. Event starts at 7 p.m. at Fredricksen Library in Camp Hill. For more information, visit www.fredricksenlibrary.org.

Legislative Breakfast

March 18: Join members of the Pennsylvania Senate from Cumberland, Dauphin and Perry counties for breakfast at the Hilton Harrisburg. Senate members will discuss issues that affect the business community. The Legislative Forum Breakfast will be 7:30 to 9:30 a.m. The cost to attend is $35 for West Shore Chamber of Commerce members and $40 for non-members. For more information, visit www.wschamber.org.

Bees, Bugs and Blooms

March 20: Connie Schmotzer will discuss issues, such as pesticides, degraded nesting habitat, disease and lack of floral resources, which are endangering pollinating insects. Refreshments will start at 7 p.m. with the talk to follow at 7:30 p.m. at Christ Presbyterian Church, 421 Deerfield Rd., Camp Hill. For more information, visit www.appalachianaudubon.org.

Genealogy Workshop

March 22: Foster your interest in genealogy by attending a workshop with Kathy Hale of the State Library of Pennsylvania at the Historical Society of Society of Dauphin County in Harrisburg. The workshop is for beginning genealogists and will be from 10 a.m. to noon. The fee is $15 per person and $10 for members of the Historical Society. Reservations are recommended. For more information, visit www.dauphincountyhistory.org.

Drop In and Discover

March 26: Get a taste of the programs of the Madeline L. Olewine Memorial Library in Uptown Harrisburg by dropping in at 4 p.m. There will be a chance to sample stories, crafts and activities or explore art, math and science. There is no registration required. For more information, visit www.dcls.org.

Spring Stamp Show

March. 26: Introduce yourself to stamp collecting with the Capital City Philatelic Society. The show will feature a 15-dealer bourse, free admission and free parking. Dealers will be present to aid in the buying and selling of stamps, postcards and other supplies. Show hours are 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., Susquehanna High School. For more information, contact Linn Kinney at 717-732-7813.

Foreign Film Friday

March 28: The Fredricksen Library in Camp Hill invites you to experience “Shun Li and the Poet,” an Italian film that underscores the beauty of friendship. No registration is necessary, though it is not recommended for those under 17 without parental permission. For more information, visit www.fredricksenlibrary.org.

Guns of 1864

March 29: Explore the evolution of weaponry during the Civil War in this lecture by author and firearms expert Joseph G. Bilby. The presentation will cover weapons used from 1863 to 1864, offering information on their usage and innovations. The lecture will be held 1 to 2 p.m. in the Education Gallery of the National Civil War Museum in Harrisburg. For more, visit www.nationalcivilwarmuseum.org.

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