I have in-laws right outside Scranton, in Dunmore.
SUPER nice people, but strange is a good way to put it.
Very nice people. Just a different world over there.
Just this Christmas, my Dad told me that everyone from Scranton calls Green Peppers, Mangos. (“Well what the freak did you call a Mango?” “We didn’t have those”)
He also told me about Halloween in Scranton. Apparently you could go for 2 nights- Halloween and the night before, you say “Do you want any Halloweeners” instead of Trick or Treat, you have to then go in to the strangers house and then recite a Halloween poem or song. And then they give you freaking change instead of candy.
I couldn’t help think the entire time that my Dad was just trolling me, but it fits in with everything else he’s told me about Scranton.