Before the Con

Nothing really turns on at Historicon until Noon on Thursday, so I jumped out of bed early and tried to get some things done away from the hotel.


First, I went by the nearby Farmer's Market in Bird-in-Hand to look for gifts for the family. There was lots of nice food, and I bought some jams and jellies to take home, but most of the gifts were tourist junk. I passed.
And yes, it is true, this is Amish coutry:


I'd been to Lancaster three times before, but never realized that it contained the oldest tobacconist in America, Demuth Tobacco Shop. I swing by to buy a souvenir pipe (a small, straight P-lip Peterson with a long shank and a short bit).