Fire Inflation 2: A Convenient Fiction

Oh, the comments.

Yesterday’s blog post, “Fire Inflation,” generated enough email and tweets that I thought I’d revisit the topic today: the surprising $5 million the city received from the state in fire protection money for the Capitol complex.

First off, I feel I should give credit where it is due.

I stand up and applaud our local state lawmakers, Sen. Rob Teplitz and Rep. Patty Kim, for achieving what I thought was impossible: getting the state to finally take financial responsibility for the city services it consumes. Credit also goes to receiver William Lynch, who convinced Gov. Tom Corbett and Republicans in the legislature to boost Harrisburg’s initial ask of $4 million by another  $1 million. The $5 million appropriation is double the amount received in the 2012-13 budget.

The problem I have is not with the amount, which finally approaches what the state might pony up if it paid taxes on its vast property holdings. My issue is that, apparently, we’re all supposed to nod our heads and go along with the convenient, official fiction that this windfall is exclusively for protecting the Capitol complex from fire.

Yes, I know that there are arguments and calculations that support the $5 million figure, which makes up the majority of the Fire Bureau’s $8.4 million budget. I’ve seen them and heard them. But, in my mind, there is simply no way that 60 percent of the bureau’s resources go to supporting about 1 percent of Harrisburg’s buildings that sit on about 5 percent of its land.

For me, however, there’s an even larger, related issue. By focusing just on fire protection, we ignore all the other services the city provides to support the state. Let me offer an example.

In the 1950s, Forster Street, Front Street and N. 2nd Street were all turned from two-way, neighborhood streets into urban highways so that state workers could zip at high speed between their city jobs and their suburban homes. As a result, thousands of cars fly down these roads each day, making the blocks near where Forster intersects with Front and N. 2nd streets very hazardous.

At least once a week, I personally witness cars that have crashed or see the remnants thereof: broken glass, sheared-off bumpers, fragments of plastic, downed lights. Last year, a truck plowed into a house at Forster and Green streets, while a horrific crash at the foot of the Harvey Taylor Bridge took out the Miller’s Mutual sign and the pedestrian traffic signal. Just last Saturday, a driver lost control of his Honda, destroying an old-fashioned-style light fixture and ripping up the turf near Kunkel Plaza.

None of these accidents occurred on the Capitol complex, yet they all consumed vast quantities of city resources, which the people who live here pay for. When accidents occur, police, fire and EMTs rush to the scene. After the vehicles are removed, city workers clean up the mess, such as oil slicks and glass and debris, so the streets can reopen. Often, roads, curbing and sidewalks have to be fixed. Downed poles, streetlights, trees and landscaping must be replaced at tremendous cost. If a car goes into a park, the city has to rectify the damage inside the park.

Even absent traffic accidents, roads need to be paved, bridges maintained, lights kept on, police trained and deployed. Sure, city residents consume some of these services, but many are vacuumed up by the 50 percent of Harrisburg’s daily population that does not live here. In other words, the expense to the city of hosting the state is tremendous, far in excess of what it costs to make sure that the 40 buildings that make up the Capitol complex don’t catch on fire.

So, I guess what I’m asking for is a dose of honesty. I’m delighted that the state finally is recognizing its obligation, and I understand that slotting the money into the existing “fire protection” line item may be the easiest, least politically contentious way to allocate it. Still, I just can’t bring myself to repeat what I regard as a convenient fiction.

 

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Fire Inflation

They love us. They hate us.

In office just six months, state Sen. Rob Teplitz, who lives just over the line in Susquehanna Township, already has gotten a lesson in what it means to represent the maligned little capital city of Harrisburg.

Everyone wants to come here — the senators, the representatives, the tourists, the protesters, the lobbyists. But, once in our house, they can’t wait to tell us that our bathroom needs cleaning, our floors are dirty and our trash cans stink.

Now that marathon legislating over the budget is over, Teplitz invited some in the media over for an impromptu chat.

“Ask me anything,” he said to me, back in his office after dispatching a few of the TV talking heads, who wanted to conduct their interviews with the grandeur of the Capitol rotunda as scenery.

First up: the love.

To most people’s surprise (including Teplitz’s), the just-passed state budget included a record $5 million in “fire protection” money for Harrisburg, double the previous allotment. Over the years, I’ve described this annual transfer of state dollars as a catchall, a payment in lieu of property taxes and the most politically palatable way of injecting money into Harrisburg.

I retain that opinion. This money does actually go to the city’s Fire Bureau, but that just means that funds dedicated for the department can be transferred out and used elsewhere, perhaps even helping the city close its $12 million budget gap this year.

Sure, the mayor and council members and receiver Lynch and Teplitz all insist that this money compensates the city for providing emergency services. “What would it cost for the state to start its own fire department or rebuild this building if it burned down?” Teplitz said, gesturing towards the Capitol’s ornate ceiling.

True enough, but it’s hard to imagine that the actual cost of protecting 40 buildings in the Capitol complex takes up $5 million of the fire bureau’s $8.4 million budget. I’d be less cynical if we could have an honest conversation about the true cost of hosting the state capital, which probably does amount to at least $5 million annually. But I guess, much like fight club, we’re not supposed to talk about that.

And now onto the hate.

Just as the state legislature was giving, it was taking away.

The 2013-14 budget created City Revitalization and Improvement Zones, which will funnel money to a couple of the state’s small cities each year to assist in the redevelopment of particularly distressed areas. However, language in the law prohibits  any city under state receivership from participating, a designation that applies only to Harrisburg.

Why?

Teplitz said he couldn’t be sure, but that singling out Harrisburg for special, spiteful treatment was nothing new (see: tax, commuter). It could also be that certain legislators felt they could eliminate one possible source of competition for funding for their own cities.

It would come as no shock if Chester (thank you, Sen. Pileggi) and Lancaster (thank you, Sen. Smucker) are the first two cities to be slotted into the program, Teplitz said.

Well, I guess you have to accept the love where you can get it, and, right now, it seems to be in protecting 40 government buildings from a fire. That makes each state building worth about $125,000 apiece in fire protection money versus about $800 apiece for the rest of Harrisburg’s dense housing stock.

I’ll take it!

 

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A Renovation in Pictures: The Moffitt Mansion is undergoing a total renovation, joining the ranks of restored grand homes along Front Street.

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Paul Beers, the former Patriot-News columnist, once wrote that the “Front Streeters,” as he called them, were a unique breed. Yes, the men who built mansions along the Harrisburg waterfront were wealthy, but they retained a social mission to help the city where they lived and had earned their wealth.

Dr. Robert Hopkins Moffitt is an excellent example. His Queen Anne-style mansion, clad in dressed blue limestone, certainly showed Victorian-era Harrisburg that he had arrived. At the same time, the successful dentist was deeply involved in his church and community, understanding that his fortunes were dependent upon the health and progress of Harrisburg as a whole.

Unfortunately, that communal spirit increasingly was lost, beginning with the Depression and accelerating with the post-war flight to the suburbs. One by one, Front Street’s great houses fell into disrepair, often sold by the original owners’ children and grandchildren for whatever they could get. They then were sliced, diced and carved up into offices, group homes and medical facilities.

The circa-1895 Moffitt mansion, located at 1703-05 N. Front St., is an excellent example.

Walking past it today, the building looks like someone has sheared it in half. It appears that way because, three decades ago, a previous owner decided to tear down the stunning, two-story front porch that anchored the house, an element that gave the structure much of its magnificent street presence. However, even before then, the building had been divided into a warren of offices, including serving as the long-time home of Midtown Harrisburg’s magisterial justice office. The barred holding pen at the rear of the building, with chains attached to the floor, shows just how far this once-noble home had fallen.

Fortunately, some of the grand Front Street buildings today are being repurposed and revived. The Moffitt Mansion is the latest, purchased last month by WCI Partners LP, which plans a complete renovation. By early next year, it will become the new home of WebpageFX, a quickly growing Internet/Web design firm that is relocating from Carlisle.

We thought our readers would enjoy a behind-the-scenes look at the renovation of this building. In this installment, we show the “before” shots, including the first floor magistrate’s courtroom and offices. The upper floors housed a real estate company, among others.

The interior is very similar to other houses, large and small, that suffered 1950s to 1970s-era “renovations”: drop ceilings, industrial carpeting over hardwood floors, disregard for the historical nature of the property. According to design consultant Kristine Werley of Urban Interiors, the renovation will be sensitive to and will complement the house’s original architecture, while providing for the 21st-century needs of WebpageFX. Future issues of TheBurg will include “during” and “after” photo features, so readers can follow the progress of the project.

Grand Harrisburg homes that fell into abuse and disrepair are now slowly coming back, bought and restored by a new generation who share the social mission of their Victorian-era forebears. Soon, the Moffitt Mansion will join the ranks of such buildings as Char’s at Tracy Mansion (a gorgeous mansion then a mental health facility and now a fabulous restaurant) and City House Bed & Breakfast (a grand home then a group house and now the city’s premier B&B). And the “Front Streeter” story continues.

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Right-Sizing Harrisburg: It’s time to do small city well.

In its history, Harrisburg has been many things: a quickly growing village, a manufacturing center, a railroad hub, a government town.

Since the 1960s, the city has been trying to shake off a less-desired identity: poster child for post-industrial urban decline. Perhaps that’s why people so eagerly signed on to former Mayor Steve Reed’s grand vision of Harrisburg as a center for culture, sports, entertainment, education – well, everything.

Unfortunately, Reed’s vast ambitions effectively bankrupted Harrisburg and, in retrospect, often look downright silly (a sports hall of fame? a Wild West museum? a hydroelectric dam?). Reed’s massive overreach (and equally massive debt) also directly led to the city’s most recent identity: ward of the commonwealth.

As it tries to recover and move forward, Harrisburg has to begin to think in new ways. At the most basic level, it must understand what it is and what it is not.

Reed’s vision failed because Harrisburg is not a cultural or sports or tourism center – and no amount of borrowed money, creative financing and political coercion will turn it into one.

Harrisburg is a small city. To succeed, Harrisburg must do small city well.

City Re-Think

Since I moved here five years ago, I’ve often been astonished at how people depict and talk about Harrisburg.

Mayor Linda Thompson, much like Reed before her, tends to speak in inflated language of both Harrisburg and her own role in “history.” The media dutifully follows along, tailing her from one press conference to another, predictably overreacting over her verbal stumbles. Meanwhile, many suburbanites seem to fear that, by crossing the Market Street Bridge, they’ll enter what might be the setting for the next ”Mad Max” movie.

Folks: Harrisburg is a tiny urban center of 49,500 people. It’s not New York or Washington or Chicago. It’s not even Baltimore or Pittsburgh. And it’s certainly not some urban dystopia dreamed up by Hollywood.

Harrisburg has to accept that there’s nothing wrong with being a small city. Small cities can be wonderful places to live, as, unlike larger metropolises, they often more naturally can combine urban amenities, charm and livability.

Harrisburg must ratchet down its expectations to fit what it actually can be: a little jewel of a place perfectly sited on a grand river—somewhere most people may have never heard of, but, when they do stumble upon it, they’ll want to return and even live here.

The Basics

So, what does it mean to do small city well? It means putting aside grand visions and oversized projects, focusing instead on a handful of basic services that will attract more residents and visitors.

In short, Harrisburg can strive to remake itself as a clean, charming city with a well-functioning infrastructure. To do so, it must repair itself: its streets, sidewalks, curbing and water/sewer system. It must fix streetlights, collect trash, fight dumping. It must see that building codes are enforced and police effectively deployed.

Only then can Harrisburg become a more attractive place for those who are most likely to want to settle here: young professionals, the creative class and empty-nesters.

Of course, Harrisburg should welcome everyone. But let’s face it – the city is unlikely to get a middle-class family of four to move in from Hummelstown or Camp Hill. It has a far better chance of attracting recent college graduates who want an active nightlife, professionals who want to live in old houses in real neighborhoods and aging couples who enjoy nice restaurants but don’t like yard work or driving.  

Meanwhile, Harrisburg should do everything possible to play to its strengths.

The city still has many largely intact, historic neighborhoods, an architectural legacy valued by those who enjoy urban life. It must take pains not to lose another Victorian-era townhouse or commercial building to neglect and the wrecking ball.

Harrisburg, in fact, should resolve to undo the immense damage of the post-war era. Unfortunately, the city can’t re-construct the many historic buildings it has lost over the past 60 years. However, it can minimize additional losses, while ensuring that new construction fits well into existing blocks. The office building at N. 2nd and State streets is an excellent example of new construction that is both thoroughly modern and conforms to a Victorian-era cityscape.

In addition, the city should swim with the current. People want to live and visit cities for such things as bars, restaurants, cafes, the arts, markets and specialty shops, all within or near close-knit neighborhoods. Harrisburg should spend its limited resources on the building blocks of urban life – infrastructure and safety – so these businesses can take root and thrive. It should avoid the usual wasteful economic schemes of loan funds, municipally financed building projects and the construction of tourist traps.

Lastly, the city should plan to return 2nd Street and Front Street to two-way traffic. These streets were designed for local use by city dwellers, not as high-speed escapes for suburban commuters. Three-lane highways slicing through the heart of the city are incredibly dangerous and stupidly self-destructive. Harrisburg would become far more livable if these gritty, perilous, industrial-looking streets were returned to the community as attractive assets.

Let’s Be Honest

Harrisburg has a chance to become a more desirable place to live and visit, but it first must be honest about what it is.

Harrisburg is a small city. If it can do small city well, it will be able to attract people – and their money – back into town. A more prosperous Harrisburg then can make greater investments in education, neighborhood development and a variety of other good works that, currently, are utterly beyond its means.

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Second Thoughts: Decades ago, Harrisburg’s leaders quickly turned 2nd Street into an urban highway. Some people now think they made a big mistake.

Ray Davis has a traffic problem.

Davis, the well-known Harrisburg realtor, has lived on N. 2nd Street for more than a dozen years, watching the post-work traffic rush past his door each day, heading straight out of town for the suburbs.

“There are people who won’t live on 2nd because of the speed and volume of cars,” he said. “There’s some beautiful homes below Division that would sell for more above it, and the only reason is the traffic.” He also said the street, in places, lends a “dangerous, industrial feel” to the surrounding area.

He’s not alone in his belief that the road has affected the neighborhood’s livability, as well as its property values.

N. 2nd Street is one-way heading north and three lanes wide, with an additional two lanes for parking, from downtown to Division Street, where it turns into a two-way. Residents along this stretch refer to it variously as a racetrack, highway and speedway.

“People come flying up here at 80 miles an hour,” one woman told me. Another resident said he worries about his kids’ safety. “You feel like it’s risky to cross to the other side.”

For the people who live in the neighborhood, crossing 2nd around 5 p.m. can feel like a game of Frogger, the 1980s-era arcade game in which a player tries to guide frogs across a busy street without them turning into road kill. Still, it’s doubtful that most residents—much less those behind the wheel whizzing by—think much about how a once-quiet, wide road lined with grand buildings became a noisy urban freeway slicing through core city neighborhoods.

The issue, however, unexpectedly arose during the recent mayoral primary, when independent candidate Nevin Mindlin mentioned it during a debate. He said he wanted to restore 2nd Street to the people of the city by making it, once again, a two-way neighborhood road.

After the debate, I spoke with Mindlin at his Uptown home, on N. 3rd Street. For years, he’s lamented the existence of a high-speed thruway in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Currently, he said, 2nd Street is designed “to accommodate the suburban traffic that comes into town, sits in town for eight hours and then turns around and leaves.” Coupled with Front Street, its one-way southbound twin, 2nd Street severs an entire span of houses from the tranquil grid to the east. “It’s a six-lane highway, and the median winds up being a city block.”

Eric Papenfuse, the Democratic candidate for mayor, has now joined Mindlin in advocating the conversion of 2nd, from Forster to Division, back to a two-way street.

“It would make the neighborhoods more pedestrian-friendly and connect them to the river,” Papenfuse said. “It would very clearly make Harrisburg a more bikeable, walkable and livable city.”

The conversion of 2nd Street isn’t currently a campaign issue. In addition, depending on the outcome of the city’s receivership, it may languish at the bottom of a priority list through a first term and beyond.

Excluding a handful of people who live on 2nd, most people you ask have never heard of the proposal—and usually think it’s crazy.

Is it?

American Dream

Much of Harrisburg’s infrastructure dates back an entire century. In the City Beautiful movement of the early 1900s, a handful of citizens, taking inspiration from the cities of Western Europe, set about improving the city’s roads and sewers and beautifying its public spaces. Some of their creations—especially the parks, such as Wildwood, Italian Lake, and the pathway along the riverfront—endure to this day more or less as they were conceived, as accessible public spaces.

The city’s streets, however, have changed profoundly. Largely in response to the proliferation of automobiles in the 1940s and ‘50s, Harrisburg bisected its close-knit neighborhoods with widened, higher-speed thruways. As a result, the city became less a place to walk around in and more a place to drive through.

“What we see is the thinking of the last generation—whoever dreamed up what the world ought to look like in the ‘50s, ‘60s and ‘70s,” Mindlin said. “Their world was automobile-centered. The goal was to give everybody access to the American Dream: an eighth of an acre, a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage.”

Converting 2nd is one of several ways in which Mindlin hopes to restore the city of an earlier era: one that is safe and pleasant to walk in, in which neighborhoods prize the wants of residents over those of commuters. In addition to making 2nd Street two-way, he proposes converting Front to a parkway, with more stops and curbside parking. Division could be extended over a bridge toward HACC, tying the campus to the rest of the city, and a second parkway could connect Wildwood to the riverfront. City-bound traffic would park at outer crossroads, and mass transit would carry workers downtown.

“The goal is to intercept traffic at the points where it comes into the city,” Mindlin said.

Papenfuse also sees the 2nd Street conversion as part of a comprehensive plan for urban renewal. “The drive of urban living is that people want to be able to walk—to Broad Street Market, to the bookstore, to the river,” he said. He believes a discussion about the city’s traffic plan is one way Harrisburg can change “from a reactive mindset to a proactive mindset.”

“It’s about planning. It’s about re-engaging the community,” he said.

Both Mindlin and Papenfuse are aware the proposal may not be universally popular. Papenfuse acknowledged concerns about cost, and insisted that federal funds would be required. “We’re not proposing spending money we don’t have,” he said.

Mindlin criticized earlier efforts at city planning for being “top-down.” He said he would seek a “community-driven discussion” about how to develop the neighborhoods and roads.

Papenfuse agrees. “Planning has to be done based on neighborhood input,” he said. “Before any decision will be made, we need a community conversation.”

Of course, this raises the possibility that the community, as a whole, will prefer to keep 2nd Street the way it is. It’s not clear the American Dream, as it relates to swift traffic, has changed. Suburban commuters aren’t the only ones exploiting the car-friendly roads through town; city-dwellers drive them, too.

But Mindlin is right on his basic point: Harrisburg’s streets look the way they do because of a few people whose priority was something other than maintaining walkable, quaint neighborhoods that served the people who lived there. Their focus, instead, was to solve the novel problem of traffic. And the solution, like many things in the 20th century, happened very fast.

Matter of Months

On Oct. 19, 1955, the League of Women Voters hosted Harrisburg’s first televised mayoral debate. The candidates were Leo Werner, a Democrat, and Nolan Ziegler, a Republican. Werner ran a negative campaign, connecting Ziegler to the political machine of Harvey Taylor, a boss whose career spanned half a century and included a long-held state Senate seat and offices in Dauphin County. “We are fighting,” Werner said, “to end a dictatorship that has controlled our city and county for more than 40 years.”

Ziegler promised to fix the city’s traffic. He pledged to eliminate two-hour parking at meters, instate a citywide ban on double parking and designate one-way streets to improve traffic flow. He also announced he’d been promised the services of “outstanding experts” in traffic who would offer their guidance to the city for free.

Ziegler won. So did every other Republican candidate, including two candidates for City Council.

In February of 1956, a month after taking office, Ziegler appointed the city’s first traffic engineer. City Council voted unanimously in favor, and an engineer was hired at an annual salary of $7,600. This made him the highest-paid official in the city. (Ziegler’s salary was $7,000).

The engineer’s name was Eugene Simms. He came from New York City, and he seems to have had Harrisburg’s governing body in thrall. The record of City Council ordinances that spring and summer is replete with actions pertaining to roads and traffic: from the hiring of a secretary for Simms (March, $3,000 per year) to the appointment of a Supervisor of Plans and Surveys (April, $3,500) to the creation of a new account in the budget for “Traffic Engineering” (May) and the purchase of 750 new traffic signs, 1,600 gallons of traffic paint, 34 traffic lights, 26 pedestrian signals and 950 parking meters (June, July, August).

In a matter of months, Simms’s traffic team, drawing on a seemingly bottomless fund, conceived a complete transformation of Harrisburg’s roads. Front Street would run one-way south, and 2nd Street one-way north. Truck traffic would be sequestered into east-west and north-south routes. An obelisk at the intersection of 2nd and State, which effectively created a roundabout at the foot of the Capitol, would be removed. (It was relocated to a grassy median off Division, near Italian Lake Park, where it still stands.) Both roads would intersect with Forster Street, itself recently transformed from a quaint, leafy neighborhood street into a much wider, six-lane highway.

The changes were aimed at creating a swift, seamless network of routes through town, with seemingly little regard to how noisy, high-speed traffic running over acres of new asphalt would impact some of the most desirable and historic parts of Harrisburg.

Not everyone was pleased. Residents on 2nd Street circulated a petition claiming that “incidental speeding” on the one-way roads “would endanger pedestrians, especially children.” But the promise of an end to congestion, and of improved parking downtown, outweighed the inconvenience to the residential neighborhood. The Simms team plowed ahead, and, on Sept. 16, 1956, the new system of one-way roads was unveiled.

In early October, a man wrote a letter to the Patriot congratulating the city on its achievement. “Never have I experienced the relieved pleasure of going north to the City line from either Front and Market Sts. or from the Square in less time than from 30 to 40 minutes,” he wrote. Now, he said, a commute from downtown to the city’s northern boundary took him just over 10 minutes.

Speed was not only a benefit, however. It also replaced congestion as the new traffic problem. In the weeks after the one-way conversion, reports of reckless driving abounded. During the rest of September, Ziegler made frequent appearances in the paper, issuing stern warnings to speeders and promising policies to curtail abuse of the roads.

On Sept. 27: “We have a new club. It’s called the Second Street Speeding and Reckless Driving Club. The police are taking all applications. In fact, we picked up a dozen new members last night at $22.50 each.”

The problem persisted. On the same page as the October letter praising the new street plan, an anonymous letter sounded a note of dismay. In the weeks since the conversion, its author wrote, an increasing number of vehicles had been using 2nd Street as a “speedway.” In addition, trucks had taken to using the street as a shortcut to Route 22. “There is no reason to ruin one residential section of a community just because others have been ruined,” it said.

In short, the system of one-way streets had done what 2nd Street residents predicted. It had created a racing strip in front of their homes. It would be hard to describe this result as a failure. The new system aimed to move traffic faster, and that is exactly what it did.

In a Handbasket

What happened under the Ziegler administration was not unique to Harrisburg. Cities across the country transformed their roads to accommodate the growing volume of cars.

A movement towards restoring slower-moving streets would not be unique here, either. In the past decade, a number of mid-sized cities—among them Sacramento, San Jose and Lubbock, Texas, as well as Lancaster and Carlisle—have undertaken the conversion from one-way to two-way roads.

Lancaster, for example, recently secured federal funding to convert a stretch of Mulberry Street, which is currently a one-way boulevard through a residential neighborhood. Charlotte Katzenmoyer, Lancaster’s director of Public Works, told me that Lancaster, much like Harrisburg, initially created its one-way streets to get commuters “into the work center and home after.” As in Harrisburg, the result was more traffic at a higher speed. “Our one-ways are the fastest-moving streets in the city,” Katzenmoyer told me. “We wanted to improve it for residents and businesses.”

If Harrisburg were to embrace the 2nd Street conversion, however, it would not just be following the lead of these cities. It would also be following through on its own long-term transportation plan.

“This concept is not a new concept,” Papenfuse told me, and he’s right. A number of people besides the mayoral hopefuls have been thinking about transforming local traffic for a long time.

I spoke with Bret Peters, an architect who has been coming up with designs for the Harrisburg streetscape for more than 15 years. Peters’ firm, Office for Planning and Architecture, or OPA, occupies a building just off State Street, in the shadow of the Capitol dome. He told me his “light bulb” moment came when he was in high school.

“I realized that secondary cities ought to be the places with the highest quality of life,” he said. “Big cities have amenities, but they’re tough.” He lived for a time in New York and Chicago and recalled how in a large city an errand as simple as going for groceries could be an ordeal. Harrisburg, by contrast, with its river setting and smaller scale, was well positioned “to create a very high quality of life for a lot of people.”

Peters has come up with a number of concepts for transforming Harrisburg’s traffic flow. In the mid-1990s, he developed a piece of the design for what would become the so-called Southern Gateway, which aimed to improve the way vehicles entered the downtown from I-83. His concept, which involved an extension of 3rd Street to the highway, grew into a large-scale planned urban district and became a major project of Mayor Steve Reed’s. But the proposal also made political enemies—“It meant certain people couldn’t have surface parking lots,” Peters said—and when the economy collapsed in 2008 and Reed lost re-election, it fell apart.

Peters also became interested in a second, less ambitious streetscape project of the Reed administration: the Northern Gateway, also known as the 7th Street Corridor Widening. Like the Southern Gateway, the 7th Street project would provide an appealing exit and entry point, this time at the city’s northern end, where traffic passes over the Maclay Street Bridge.

Joe Link, the city engineer under Reed, explained that the project emerged from conversations concerning 2nd Street’s future.

“We’ve got an interstate highway running through the city,” Link said, referring to Front and 2nd streets’ combined six lanes. “The discussion at the time was that we would also like to convert 2nd Street to a two-way. We had a residential community going to hell in a handbasket. We thought, if we did this, the property values would go up.”

Peters wanted the project to go further. Like Mindlin, he envisioned a restoration of the city’s roads as connectors of urban neighborhoods. Front Street, as a parkway, would be the city’s “collective front yard,” where people could bike and walk dogs. 2nd Street would be a residential community, with a tree-lined median dividing two-way traffic and benches and fountains at the corners. And 3rd Street, absorbing some of the cars from the slowed-down 2nd, would reclaim its position as the prime commercial corridor. “The ideal would be to spread traffic throughout the city,” he said.

Peters is a professional designer, but he speaks of his concepts for planning and design with something like civil-servant piety. “Your job is to take your expert knowledge to the society around you,” he said. “I have an intellectual and personal interest in making people happy where they live—people who live in an environment they have no control over.”

He thinks about how the look of a town affects its residents’ psychology. He showed me drawings for his 2nd Street design, which included a “whole experiential sequence” of planted trees that would bloom in spring and show a variety of colors in fall. He talked about neighborhood “differentiation,” created by the placement of landmarks and trees, and how it would affect people’s “cognitive map” of their city.

“This city is so easy to fix,” he said. He blamed a mix of ignorance and political opportunism for obstructing good design. “There is a class of people who stand in the way of progress in this city,” he said. “I call them the fourth-tier politicos—people who are trying to get noticed. Everybody wants their piece.” He claimed that the involvement of numerous parties in the Southern Gateway—all wanting credit—bogged the project down and, ultimately, helped defeat it.

The Northern Gateway, however, after years of delay, was finally undertaken in the fall of 2011 and completed earlier this year under Mayor Linda Thompson. By then, it was divorced from anything resembling a comprehensive traffic plan. At the ribbon-cutting ceremony, on Jan. 8, Thompson touted the road’s re-opening as a boon to commerce in the area.

“This is a business corridor,” Thompson said. “We’re excited about the opportunities it’s going to bring for the plantation of new business development.”

But the project’s intent was not really to attract business, and the abandonment of its original purpose shows. The route remains virtually empty most hours of the day. The expanded northbound lanes can’t actually absorb traffic because they collapse into a single right turn lane over the Maclay Street Bridge. Past Maclay, 7th remains one lane wide in each direction, making it an unappealing link to Division for cars needing connection to I-81. (Expansion of the bridge, as well as an extension of 7th to Division and even a Division Street Bridge over the railroad, was part of the discussion at the time. But the costs of acquiring properties along N. 7th were prohibitive, and the planning process for the bridges and railroads would have added “10 or 15 years to the project,” according to Link.) As long as 2nd Street remains a three-lane thruway, it will continue to attract the bulk of commuters.

The 7th Street Corridor, meanwhile—a widened roadway with little traffic, no lights and no stop signs—does have at least one obvious use. A reporter proposed it at the January ribbon cutting, asking Mayor Thompson if the expanded road would become a “drag strip” for speeders.

“There you go, inciting the public,” Thompson replied, smiling. “You better not be on this drag at 2 o’clock in the morning because I’ll be there in an unmarked car, ready to ticket you for speeding.”

She almost sounded like Ziegler.

This Is a Community

The work of engineers, designers and planners rests on a pair of fundamental assumptions. The first is that the way a city looks will affect how its citizens behave. The second is that, in a modern city, the scale and stakes involved are too large or complex for citizens to comprehend themselves. Experts are required.

Katzenmoyer, the public works director in Lancaster, told me that the current traffic pattern on Mulberry Street is an example of how infrastructure affects behavior. “The lights are timed for people to go 25 miles per hour,” she said. “But they’ll speed up just to get to the red light.” She also referred to the “induced traffic” phenomenon. “When you build to accommodate volume, it tends to increase both volume and speed.”

But, she added, people tend to have a poor understanding of the relationship between driver conduct and road design. When Lancaster held public meetings to discuss the conversion, several residents were opposed, because they expected the two-way street to produce congestion. “We had to explain, that’s traffic calming in itself,” Katzenmoyer said. “If it slows down, people will go seek another route.”

I thought of one 2nd Street resident I asked about whether he’d support the two-way conversion. “Hell no,” he said initially. “There’d be traffic backed up all the way up the road.”

I explained that any conversion, if it happened, would likely mean diverting traffic to alternate routes. “In that case, yeah,” he said. “That’d be awesome. That’d be beautiful.”

On a typical workday, around five in the afternoon, cars accumulate on 2nd Street on their way out of the city. They zip past with something like the sound of running water, or of a blow-dryer strafing an open palm. They gather at the red lights, at State Street, Forster, Verbeke and Maclay, sometimes 30 or 40 cars deep, until the signal releases them to spread again over the road.

In half an hour, it’s all over. The gaps in traffic are long enough for joggers to dash through, and drivers can parallel park in relative peace. On a good day, the whole sequence will pass without gridlock, horn-honking or lengthy delays. From the perspective of commuters, the system is working smoothly.

But that, according to Mindlin, is precisely the problem.

“This is a community,” he told me. “They wouldn’t want their community taken over by people running in and out.”

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What’s the Big Idea? There’s no lack of great thinking, doing in our Harrisburg community.

Early summer means high school and college graduations, and graduations mean commencement speeches. I often enjoy reading or listening to commencement speakers and their advice to young people about to take on the world.

In some ways, it would seem difficult to give interesting, let alone unique, advice to graduates. Somehow, however, I rarely grow tired of hearing or reading about the myriad nuggets of wisdom from some of the best speakers around the country.

Far from being relevant only to graduates, much of the advice is applicable to all of us. Some of the best advice I have heard over the years is: “Find what you love to do and do it well,” “Be passionate” and “Think big.” You can’t accomplish what you can’t dream or envision, and you are rarely successful or satisfied in a job, career or location that you find unrewarding or that brings out your inner cynic.

As I have mentioned before, Harrisburg itself may be entering a unique period that enables us to put away our well-worn cynicism, discover an inner passion to improve the city (if not the world) and think big.

While a resolution to the debt and fiscal crisis remains tantalizingly close at hand, a number of entrepreneurs and community leaders have already decided that Harrisburg has a bright future ahead.

There are lots of people starting to “think big” in Harrisburg. Reading the latest commencement wisdom, I reflected on the many things that have been (or which will be) covered in the pages of TheBurg this year.

WebpageFX announced its technology company and 35+ employees’ move to Front Street in Harrisburg by early next year. Little Amps opened its second location in as many years. The MakeSpace went from idea to reality to its second location in about 18 months. The Susquehanna Art Museum, after years of planning and waiting, embarked on development of its new site on N. 3rd Street. St@rt-Up opened with a dozen or so clients in Midtown. Josh Kesler announced plans for a major development near the Broad Street Market. Yellow Bird Café became an overnight sensation and must-try hot spot. FNB bank moved from the suburbs to downtown Harrisburg.

Brickbox developed more than 200 apartment units downtown, including in the long vacant Furlow building, and is currently developing the former Barto Building into luxury condominiums. Hamilton Health Center embarked on expansion plans to complement and build upon its very important success to date in Allison Hill. Char’s opened the first riverfront fine dining restaurant along the banks of the Susquehanna, demonstrating that getting flooded can sometimes be an invitation to even greater opportunity and even tastier cuisine.

Stash opened a super-cool boutique vintage clothing store. Federal Taphouse expanded into the city. Habitat Re-store opens this summer in a former brewery on Paxton Street. The 1500 Project became the first-of-its-kind development project, complete with “jazz on the roof” and offering 40-plus new residential condominiums on 6th street. D&H distributing installed a major new solar project in Uptown.

All in all, these businesses and projects add up to big moves and big plans for a small community.

On the community front, City Beautiful 2.0 is attempting to reinvent the movement of the early 1900s that created many of the city’s best parks and public spaces. Our collective ability to “think big” holds the promise to transform our city in similar ways.

What kind of city do we want to live and work in over the next decade? How about the next five decades? What do we need to do to reinvent our city? How do we attract more residents and businesses? How do we take advantage of our best resources and attributes and move us all forward?

If TheBurg hasn’t yet covered your big idea or commitment to Harrisburg, please tell us about it. We want our readers to know.

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Pedaling Problems: Can Harrisburg catch up to the growing urban biking culture?

In many U.S. cities, the once-ignored, even derided, bicycle is fast becoming a legitimate, preferred form of transportation.

Traffic-choked New York just implemented a bike-sharing program, following in the footsteps of many other cities, including Washington, D.C.

In our state, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia are listed as bronze and silver communities, respectively, according to The League of American Bicyclists, the 35th and 17th top bike-friendly cities for the year of 2012, according to Bicycling Magazine.

Can Harrisburg follow suit?

The answer seems to be a qualified “yes,” but only with a dedication to make it happen, the same commitment that much larger, more congested cities increasingly are making.

“We know that people want to ride bicycles. It’s an up-and-coming hobby,” said Dick Norford, an avid cycler and founding member of Bike Harrisburg, a cycling advocacy group for the Harrisburg region.

With proper signage, bicycle racks and marked cycling routes throughout the city and over the bridges, more cyclists would emerge in Harrisburg, he said.

“We are working on it,” said Ross Willard, a cycling advocate and founder of Recycle Bicycle, a non-profit that helps the in-need community repair and obtain bicycles. “Harrisburg has great potential. It’s a cycling-friendly city if you know where to ride and can avoid the bad areas.”

Something as simple as adding proper bike racks could encourage more people to swap their cars for a more environmentally friendly option. “When you ride your bike downtown, what do you do with it? There’s not enough safe places to park the bikes,” said Norford.

Willard described a scene of a couple who rode their bikes downtown to get sandwiches, and the man entered the shop. “The woman was outside protecting their bikes because there weren’t bike racks,” said Willard. “[And] if we have a bike rack, it’s the wrong design.”

For roads large enough, such as Reily Street, adding a bike lane would be as simple as painting lines and adding correct signage. With properly signed bike lanes, cars would be more alert to their two-wheeled friends and cyclists would feel more comfortable on the road.

“The more people see bicyclists, the more they do it,” said Willard. “I ride up 2nd Street, and I keep up with traffic. By doing so, it tells people that, ‘Wow, a bicyclist is doing what we are doing.’ Gridlock means nothing to a bicyclist, generally.”

While avid cyclists like Willard will continue to lead the vanguard, obstructions remain for the more occasional commuter.

For example, our bridges and their surrounding highways may be the largest impediment to commuters wishing to bicycle to work from the West Shore. Two of the four bridges are highways, making it illegal and unsafe for cyclists to ride on them. The Harvey Taylor Bridge and the Market Street Bridge are legal for bicycles, but they lack adequate signage.

Then there are the city’s roads, which are in terrible shape. Yes, we’re blessed with a continental climate, a great riverfront and a fair amount of flat land, but Harrisburg is missing a key component to becoming a great cycling city—decent infrastructure.

Harrisburg’s roads were never designed to accommodate bikes, a situation made worse when major thoroughfares (Front, 2nd and Forster streets) were turned into urban highways in the 1950s. In addition, the roads are poorly maintained. Fading lane lines, a large number of potholes and lots of bumps and divots make the roads more of an obstacle course than a safe medium for travel.

One ray of hope: until recently, cities now regarded as models for biking suffered from similar conditions–with terrible fiscal situations to boot.

In 1990, Pittsburgh was listed as one of the three worst cities for cycling, according to Bicycling Magazine. Government incentives for businesses and infrastructure development transformed its hilly neighborhoods, small roads and bridges into a safer, happier cycling community.

This translated into Pittsburgh’s local government creating properly signed bike routes and racks. It also worked with the business districts and the community-at-large to offer a better biking environment, while providing monetary incentives for employees to commute to work through a federal tax benefit that reimbursed cycling commuters through their employers. Lastly, the city held many bicycle-related events to educate and encourage bicyclers.

To ascertain ongoing needs, the city even employs a bike/pedestrian coordinator to oversee the development of the city from a bicycler’s perspective, making driving conditions safer for everyone.

So, can Harrisburg follow in the (bike) path of these other cities?

Willard is optimistic.

“Those employees [who cycle to work] are happier, less stressed and have less heart attacks. Pedaling works off their anxiety, and they can do the extra mile through the park on their way home,” said Willard.

In addition, cycling is environmentally friendly, less harsh on our roads and creates healthier residents.

“[Cycling] makes a friendlier community,” said Willard. “It’s more social.”

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Source of Pride: There’s much to celebrate as Harrisburg’s riverboat turns 25.

Summertime in Harrisburg invites the swarming mayflies, the shudder-inducing Dobsonfly and the humid breeze. Yet, hope and bold relief can be found in the flow of our Susquehanna River and experienced on board the Pride of the Susquehanna, which this year celebrates its 25th anniversary.

“The Pride,” as it’s affectionately known to locals, is one of only seven authentic paddleboats in the United States and a genuine tribute to a riverboat past. “Most paddleboats are not paddleboats in the pure sense of being propelled and steered by the paddles. They usually use propellers and thrusters under the water level,” explained Richard Spitler, two-year captain of Pride of the Susquehanna and a 30-year captain in his own right.

The Pride is not only authentic in function, but also in style. The old-timey, red-and-white striped canopy outlining the outer deck contrasts with the glimmering elegance of the salon within the boat. Aesthetics aside, the slow-moving and stable boat lulls its passengers into an escape from the present into the enduring river current, while all deck levels privilege guests with fantastic views of the river.

“It’s an opportunity to appreciate the moment and clear my head,” said one passenger aboard the 45-minute daily cruise. “It’s a completely unique experience.”

Led by local businessman Michael Trephan and the nonprofit Harrisburg Area Riverboat Society, construction of the boat began back in 1988 as a learning and entertainment venue for the Harrisburg community. The following quarter century has been marked by many highs, including numerous weddings, celebrations and the sheer majesty of glimpsing the city’s skyline and bridges on glorious summer days.

There have been challenges, too, such as an urgent 2010 call for donations so the riverboat could pay its bills and continue operating. The Pride, in fact, depends on a generous flow of donations, and, to mark its 25th season, will host an anniversary fundraiser in early October.

Daily cruises are the mainstay of the Pride’s six-month operating schedule, which runs from early May to early November. In addition, the paddleboat hosts many special events, such as “Pirates on the Pride,” a fun-filled adventure for the whole family (wherein passengers fight off marauding pirates with water guns and balloons!) to “Wine & Cheese Tastings” for the adult crowd to Thursday night’s “Jazzin’ on the Pride.” The riverboat can be reserved for private occasions, as well.

Although an authentic tribute to the past, the Pride of the Susquehanna incorporates a friendly, modern twist. “Every year, at the conclusion of the cruise season, the Pride is taken off the waters to dock on City Island…for updates and maintenance,” explained Andrew Ponti, executive director of the Harrisburg Area Riverboat Society. “This past year, we changed the hydraulic fluid that drives the paddles to a biodegradable fluid. In the event that there is a leak, it’s not a pollutant—it’s biodegradable.”

This newly added efficiency continues the basic idea of a paddleboat as a simple, clean vessel. Using a natural, vegetable oil-based material to pump its paddles, the Pride is even more a part of the Susquehanna, not only utilizing the river as an avenue to display its beauty, but ensuring it won’t pollute it.

This sustainable innovation on a classic paddleboat creates an entrenched sense of the Pride as a community and environmental project. The Susquehanna River School, which teaches all ages about the ecology of the river and its local history, even takes place aboard the boat.

“The Pride is part of the Harrisburg community and very much community-oriented,” said Ponti.

For more information about the Pride of the Susquehanna, visit https://harrisburgriverboat.com.

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The Attack that Never Was: Lee came very close to descending on his target—Harrisburg.

June and July of this year mark the 150th anniversary of the Confederate invasion of the North, culminating in the epic battle of Gettysburg, which arguably stands as the turning point of the American Civil War. For this reason, it seems fitting to talk about Harrisburg’s role during the war, especially its importance as a strategic focal point of the Gettysburg campaign.

Harrisburg numbered close to 15,000 permanent residents in 1863, but it was already an important transportation hub and river crossing, with three railroad and one wagon bridge spanning the river in the immediate vicinity. In addition, it was the closest Union capital city to the Mason Dixon line.

So, it was a primary focus of Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Confederate invasion of 1862, which ended at the battle of Antietam. It again became Lee’s objective in early summer of 1863. Despite the unsuccessful invasion of 1862, Harrisburg was still under-defended by the following year, especially surprising since Camp Curtin, the North’s largest mustering camp for soldiers, was in the city. There seemed to be little worry that Lee’s troops could ever penetrate so far into northern territory.

When news of Lee’s advance came, Gen. Darius Couch, commander of the Department of the Susquehanna, hired laborers to dig trenches and build several small forts along the western side of the Susquehanna at Lemoyne and Camp Hill in an attempt to keep the Confederates from gaining access to the bridges that led to the city.

On June 28, Union troops under Maj. Granville Haller and Col. Jacob Frick burned the bridge crossing the river downstream at Wrightsville, and, the next day, Confederate and Union troops skirmished in Camp Hill and attacked the earthen-built forts outside of Harrisburg. On June 30, a skirmish between Confederate cavalry under Gen. Albert Jenkins and Union militia at Sporting Hill became the northern-most battle of the Civil War. On the evening of June 29, Lee issued orders for all of his troops to concentrate around Cashtown in Adams County.

Gen. Richard Ewell had already formulated a plan of attack after probing the Harrisburg defenses and most likely would have begun assaulting Harrisburg in force on June 30 or July 1. Had the city been truly assaulted by a large Confederate force, all the bridges crossing the Susquehanna, including the first Rockville bridge, Northern Central bridge, Cumberland Valley railroad bridge and Camelback bridge would have been burned and troops on the West Shore evacuated into Harrisburg.

Fortunately, Lee’s orders saved the state capital from the bleak prospects of burning bridges, being shelled and possibly surrendering to overwhelming Confederate numbers. However, Lee’s orders were not so favorable for the small south-central town of Gettysburg, where 150,000 men fought for three days, culminating in the most famous battle of the American Civil War. Given a few more days to plan and attack, Harrisburg’s Civil War history might have been a vastly different story.

Jason Wilson is a historian for the Capitol Preservation Committee.

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Carving Out Time: Sometimes, the most interesting stories are right next door.

Chris Hauke, proprietor of St. Nicholas Carving & Gilding, is my neighbor in an apartment complex along the 1000-block of N. Front Street, near the Harvey Taylor Bridge.

Hauke works out of a small first floor unit, and, from my parking spot in the rear of the building, I can see him in his woodshop, under a trolley of overhead lights, sanding or gilding one of his signs. Sometimes his cockatiel, Big Boy, is perching on the window. His landscaped grounds, which he dutifully designs and plants each year, seem incongruous beside the potholed alleys and the shabby backs of buildings nearby. Besides the occasional exchange about books we’re reading, Hauke and I rarely speak. As far as his trade is concerned, I am mostly a voyeur.

Chris is 62 years old, a lean man who sports a white mustache, his lanky arms and workman’s hands almost hairless. He dresses plainly, in a blue polo and khakis. He’s loquacious, has a brash, Brooklynesque accent and is prone to jump off the tracks with his stories.

When I ask him how he developed his passion for woodworking, he tells me about his grandfather.

“He was trained in tinsmithing at a Philadelphia Technical School, and went on to run a bar in Allentown. In his cavernous cellar underneath the bar, he held cabinets, chests, workbenches, vises, racks of tools,” Hauke says.

“When he passed away, I was there that Sunday. The first thing I did was go down to the cellar and box all the tools I wanted.” He starts to laugh. “I was very taken by the planes, the chisels, anything that looked well-used.” (Hauke still uses his grandfather’s patinated, wood-handled tools, which are prominently displayed in his shop.)

He follows up with backstory about his father managing the bar in Allentown after his grandfather’s passing, and then: “What was the question again?”

In a way, his own query seemed rhetorical after spending three hours with him, because Chris’s anecdotes are immersive and his folk aesthetic is bent toward spitting out sagas, whether discussing his extensive self-education in playing the fiddle while attaining a comprehensive appreciation for violins and their makers or his capacity to learn portrait painting. For him, exchange is not relegated to my pithy questions.

“My father was absolutely helpless when it came to home upkeep, construction. I think he might have been able to change a sink washer out.” 

“The crux of this thing is how strange to me life is in the sense that my father was totally unable to instruct me in any woodlore…and my grandfather never bothered too, which is why my father never did.”  Grandfather William F. Hauke, however, passed on his mechanical inclination to his youngest grandson.

Hauke depended on his treasure trove of tools for years, working in many industrial trades: tree surgery, surveying, framing and steel puddling. He joined the U.S. Navy Construction Battalion for a five-year tour, learning plumbing, pipefitting and air conditioning. Despite his apparent predilection for the blue collar, he describes himself as “an academic boy.”

In September of 1982, Hauke entered Penn State Harrisburg’s Structural Engineering class, which he ultimately left after a frustrating bout with “calculus, Newtonian mechanics and the Fortran-based computer.”

Hauke then pushed a hot dog cart downtown while taking night courses in portraiture from Leo Gilroy, an educator with the Art Association of Harrisburg, and enrolling in two carving classes with Dick Koontz, a blue ribbonist during the 1976 National Woodcarvers annual competition.

“I always had a love for letters, calligraphy, layouts, justification, distribution of weight and stylistic nuances, and how they fit historical periods, how they evoke the feel for that [era],” Hauke said.

His epiphanic moment came during a trip to Boston Bay, where ship carving and gilded signs are ubiquitous. He made his way to Paul McCarthy’s sign shop, resting on a jetty overhanging Scituate Bay.

“Large chunks flew from the biting gouges, a razor sharp knife smoothed the turn of a letter ‘P,’ the bandsaw buzzed on its lathe—I was infected!”

He returned and did some kitschy production work for a local purveyor, “carving bunnies, that sort of stuff.” But he was eager to do original work, so he spent time at libraries studying the history of carving.

In 1986, he registered St. Nicholas Carving & Gilding. Since then, the business has been housed in multiple buildings throughout the city. One of these, the old Lawton Street Garage, caved in following the blizzard of ’94, and, afterwards, Hauke relocated his shop to its present home, at 1011 N. Front St. His home business is modest, but the 12-foot ceilings are sufficiently high for the mounting of display samples, and the basement of the apartment allows for dirty work and heavy machinery. The front entryway is closed off where a tight hallway contains his design studio: a computer with his go-to program, Adobe Illustrator, and a large format printer.

After you enter through the hallway, an immediate left takes you to a cupboard, which Chris refers to as “Buddy’s Apartment.” His workspace is defined by a bench under a parallel beam carrying a track of halogen spotlights. On the wall behind him hangs 80 chisels and gouges on magnetic strips and a Swedish grinder for maintaining the tools’ sharp edges. Cases holding additional tools, as well as a reference library, line the wall underneath the sample pieces. Currently, an 8-foot-by-18-inch sign for Cordier Auctions lies protected under a linen cloth, set up for gilding, a process by which he lightly hammers gold leafing into the letters. He shows me the Giusto Manetti 23-carat gold leaf sheets—delicate wafers resembling sushi wrap—that arrive in containers resembling jewelry boxes.

I ask Chris to give me a quick lesson in his process. “It starts with good design,” he says. Then he takes into consideration the time period, the chosen text and the intended location of the building or grounds. Sizing the piece, picking out the wood—cedar or redwood—and planing the wood completes the preliminary production work. As for the rest of the process—Hauke wouldn’t go into detail.

His pieces can be seen around the city: Sunken Gardens, Italian Lake and his favorite, St. Patrick’s Cathedral Gate, a 16-foot-wide masterpiece.

“That was a work of everything—designing, sculpting, carving, carpentry, a few skilled helpers,” Hauke says. It took him four months to complete. He doesn’t limit himself just to the Harrisburg region; he has signs all over the east coast, leaving lasting impressions in Delaware, Myrtle Beach, Long Island and other locales.

This autodidact is a Renaissance man yet a solid realist, and, while he might have dispelled all my silly notions of woodworking, in a way, it doesn’t take away from his craftsmanship and the beauty of the formal artifacts he’s sprinkled around Harrisburg.

 

St. Nicholas Carving & Gilding

Location: 1011 N. Front St., Parking Located in the rear and on Herr and Boas Streets

Website: www.stnichsigns.com

Phone:: 717-234-1776

E: [email protected]

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