Sock hop to benefit veterans D.C. bus trip
The Agent Orange Veterans Project is sponsoring a sock hop Saturday to benefit an upcoming veterans bus trip.
The dance, featuring music by The Dorals, will be from 7 to 10 p.m. at the Sons of Italy at 905 S. Mill St. The doors will open at 6 p.m. The cost is a $10 per person donation.
A cash bar, drawing and pizza and chips will be available.
Members of the Agent Orange Veterans group are organizing a 24-hour trip to Washington, D.C., on Sept. 27 to visit military monuments. The trip will not involve an overnight stay and is free to any veteran. A total of 112 seats are on the buses.
The bus, chartered by Campbell Bus Co. of Slippery Rock, will leave at 3 a.m. from the Maitland Lane Free Methodist Church and return there around 3 a.m. Sept. 28.
The trip to D.C. will involve stops at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington National Cemetery to watch the changing of the guard; the Vietnam, World War I and II and the Korean War memorials, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument and the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial. Coryea is hopeful of getting a visit to the White House, which is not guaranteed, he said. Bus trip travelers thus will need to provide Social Security numbers for security purposes, he said.
The bus will ride by the White House if a visit is not possible, he said. It will also ride past the Capitol.
The Agent Orange Veterans Project is raising funds from donations from community members. The sock hop will be one of its biggest fundraisers. Tickets for the event are available by contacting Coryea at (724) 651-6747 or one of the board members, or they may be purchased at the door.
Any veteran interested in attending the bus trip, or anyone who wants to donate toward it, may contact Coryea.
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