First a complaint: earlier this year, the benighted elected officials of Mount Pocono decided that they needed the Amish farmer who rented the town’s pavilion to more than double his liability coverage for his farm stand. This farmer, who is a savvy businessman, and who runs stands in other communities, felt the requirement was unduly high and moved a couple of miles further down the road. “I don’t think they like my kind,” he told my husband, with a rueful smile.
We can easily drive the extra distance, but the original stand was a short walk, on safe sidewalks, for two senior apartment complexes. The change leaves these elderly people with no choice for produce other than the delightfully plastic stuff that Shoprite sells. Bravo, you pie-faced mud-woggles who run the borough!