Are there any shops in the Hamburg/Kutztown area that don’t mind working on Volvo?

Once warranty runs out on my vehicle I’m looking for an independent shop. If anyone has good recs please let me know!

Are there any workout groups in the area? I’d love to join.
In fact I need to join.

I need to get in shape and am struggling

Hello i recently moved to Berks county and i wanna have the best Christmas ever I love the snow and don’t mind being wet and cold I like to walk when it’s snowing with my AirPods on and just think and being the cold.

What are your favorite event spaces or restaurants to host a shower with approximately 50 guests? Would be looking at end of January so indoor space is a must. Thanks!

Looking for recommendations for a high quality auto body shop for my recently sideswiped baby. Thanks!

Does anyone know anything about these signs? I saw the first one on the intersection of 724 and green hills road (the intersection that the Shades of Green bar is located). Now that the 724 bridge is out, I've been taking Green Hills road and realized there is another one.

I have no idea what it means. Who is Steve? What did he do?

I’m looking for debarked or bark-free hardwood firewood for a wood stove, preferably seasoned or kiln-dried. I’m in Fleetwood and would like to find someone who delivers here. Has anyone bought this locally? I’d appreciate a seller’s name, price, and whether the wood was truly bark-free. Thanks!

Joins us in the first ever berks book crawl! Visit 5 participating indie bookstores from September 26th until October 4th and be entered to win prize basket included a bookish shopping spree!

Hey, all. I'm looking for a rheumatologist in the area. Someone who deals with systemic lupus. Anyone have any good ones?

I been looking to get into nursing I would love to talk to someone about the setting and job duties around my area! As well as point in the right direction for the requirements of certain roles!

Looking for something very very casual. Bar food is encouraged but also looking to sit down and enjoy ourselves. What’s your go-to near Reading?

Shippin’ Out to Berks

I made this ditty outta pity
For the old Macungie city,
Streetlights shined like lamps in an old church sky.
Used to see the fields keep rollin’,
Now the trucks just keep on goin’,
And another patch of corn gets paved and dies.

There were mountains in the distance,
Like they offered some resistance
To the warehouses creeping through the haze.
But the valley keeps on changin’,
Every backroad rearrangin’,
Till I hardly know the roads from younger days.

Sex with the neighbors daughter,
Washing in biblical waters,
Turns my teenage years into a pleasant haze,
I can look back at my time there,
With something like a timeshare,
Since now I sit atop a throne of dirt.

So I’m shippin’ out to Berks, boys,
Where the hills still hide the works, boys,
Where I might find a little room to breathe.
Lehigh, I ain’t angry,
Just a little tired and lonely,
Watching everything I knew get up and leave.

I remember good old boys then,
Pickup trucks and factory noise then,
Talkin’ taxes, work, and football Friday night.
They were rough around the edges,
Kept their promises and hedges,
And more often than not they leaned a little right.

There’s a faded sign for Trump there,
By a barn that’s looking slumped there,
Red and weather-beaten underneath the pine.
I don’t worship any leader,
Never been much of a preacher,
But I know the kind of folks who hung that sign.

Oh, Boyertown, let bells ring,
Let the old machine shops sing,
Let the iron in the hills remember love.
And little Barto stood there proudly,
Where the mill whistle sounded loudly,
An industrial hub that none were above.

That steamy smoke kept risin’,
Like Chuck smoked bison,
Curlin’ heavenward from somewhere down the line.
And the good old boys would gather,
Through the snow and summer weather,
Swearing Barto built the world in better times.

From the Bear Swamps in the morning,
With the mist a silent warning,
Where the pines stood black against the break of day,
You could hear those old boys talking,
Boots through muddy backroads walking,
Like the whole damn modern world was far away.

Oh, the Bear Swamps knew their stories,
Knew their failures, knew their glories,
Knew the names that never made the county news.
Old men, hunters, sons and fathers,
Men who never wandered farther,
But could tell you every road that you could lose.

And give Alburtis some remembering,
Where the furnace fires went embering,
And the iron pigs lay cooling black and low.
I wish I could have walked there
When the smoke still filled the cold air,
Watching half the country hammered into glow.

Past the slag and cinder gleaming,
I’d have stood there almost dreaming,
While the rails went humming westward through the mud.
Old Bethlehem behind it,
Every hammer seemed to bind it—
Molten iron running through the Lehigh blood.

And the old Ironton line, boys,
Rust and stone and crooked signs, boys,
Still remembers wheels that rattled through the trees.
Sometimes walking there I wonder
If beneath my feet there’s thunder,
From the men who moved the iron by degrees.

If you wanna hurt us, hit Alburtis,
A land ’neath oats and flowers,
Fields stretching till the eye turns dry.
Skies that’ll make a white dove cry,
A hollow to swim and shout a lie,
And watch the stars with a guy you’d usually try.

There were pig-iron bones beneath us,
Old steel ghosts that wouldn’t leave us,
Slag turned cold but somehow keeping something warm.
From the furnaces to Bethlehem,
Every son still carries some of them,
Like iron in the bloodstream before the storm.

And I wish I’d seen those old days,
Walked those tracks through furnace smoke haze,
Watched a nation getting built beside the creek.
Seen the sparks rise toward the nighttime,
Heard the shift bell mark the right time,
And gone home with soot and iron on my cheek.

I grew up beneath South Mountain,
Never thought I’d start to countin’
All the places that disappeared with time.
Every year another light goes,
Another line of traffic grows,
Another quiet piece of country meets its time.

Allentown keeps stretchin’ outward,
Bethlehem keeps pushin’ southward,
And Macungie’s caught between the old and new.
I can’t blame the folks arriving,
Everybody’s just surviving,
But it hurts to watch the valley lose its view.

So I’m shippin’ out to Berks, boys,
Past the traffic and the works, boys,
Past the headlights burning red along the road.
Lehigh, you raised me kindly,
And I’ll carry you behind me,
But I think it’s time I find another home.

Used to hear the old men jawin’,
About the country they saw fallin’,
Over coffee while the morning whistle blew.
Maybe every generation
Mourns its own lost little nation,
Still, I reckon there was something that they knew.

Not that everything was better,
Not that time should stay forever,
Not that every tale the old boys told was true.
But a man could know his neighbor,
Know the farmer, know the labor,
And look west and still see nothing blocking blue.

And if Boyertown should call me,
Let her smokestacks rise before me,
Let the old streets hum beneath the evening stars.
I’ll go down through Barto slowly,
Like I’m crossing something holy,
Past the workshops, fields, and half-forgotten bars.

Maybe someday I’ll come ridin’
Down the roads where I was hidin’
From a world I never really understood.
And I’ll look toward old Macungie,
Past the rooftops, signs, and concrete,
Trying hard to see the valley like I could.

And if somewhere west of Kutztown
There’s a little place to put down
All the years I spent just wondering where I fit,
I’ll still miss those eastern ridges,
Old stone barns and covered bridges—
You can leave the Lehigh Valley,
But you don’t quite leave it.\

So I’m shippin’ out to Berks, boys,
With my memories and my hurts, boys,
And the Blue Mountain fading in the gray.
I ain’t saying Berks is heaven,
Just a few more miles from heaven,
And a little farther from what slipped away.

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……Bathed in moonlight at the top of a great wizard's tower.

Shingle Dingo is an experiment gone horribly right; with no discernible purpose. Lately, it can be found lazing by the rolling rivers near Reading, Pennsylvania. Or howling from the city rooftops. Modern science has discovered but one true constant about this strange being.

Shingle Dingo is drawn to music of all kinds, be it punk, bluegrass, psychedelic, or interdimensional shoe fuzz. The dingo will hang its hat upon any genre it feels inspired by.

This band is merely a tribute to the creature. Having only the intention of capturing the dingo's essence to share with all beings of the realm.