Philly Facts, Philadelphia
If you can time it to coincide with New Year's Day, you can come and enjoy a true Philadelphia tradtion, The Mummer's Parade. Costume glad string bands, known as Mummers stut their stuff down Broad Street in sub degree temperatures and their legion of fans emhpatically follow suit.
Fondest memory: Whenever I hear the opening bass line of the Supremes’ “You Can’t Hurry Love,” it always reminds me of the same thing. Sometimes a song can capture a time and place like few other things and this is one of those instances. I am instantly transformed to the small concrete “back yard” of my Philadelphia childhood, where I’d carefully stack pennies on the tone arm of my small cheap record player to keep it from skipping a beat. Oh, and what beats they were, all records borrowed from my older brother and sister, with a high predominance of Motown, the popular soul music that swept down from Detroit and had taken over much of the nation. I was an avid Jackson Five fan, but my brother preferred the Temptations and Miracles. My sister loved the girl groups and there were no others quite like Dianna Ross & the Supremes. And no song captures my imagination of those hot summer nights like that one. The bass was hypnotic and the beat so snappy it demanded your attention and immediate swaying. Boys my age didn’t dance so much as rhythmically move to the wave of sound that emanated from the tiny, tinny speakers. And I can still see Cindy Baker, not so much what she really looked like but all that an eight-year-old boy could unknowingly long for. That she liked me was obvious from her eyes and I’m sure I unwittingly was putting off the same vibe with mine. But the song’s lyrics summed up our situation and the urgency of urban summer nights as well as the music underscored the preadolescent yearning of two neighbor kids, awkwardly squirming in the sticky city air. I remember the effect of the beat, the bass pulsating through my hips, Cindy’s darting eyes and wry smile, the thick air forming beads of sweat on my then hairless legs. And I remember Mama said, “You can’t hurry love. No, you just have to wait.”
WHEN VISITING PHILLY, AS WE CALL IT.YOU SIMPLY MUST VISIT PENNS LANDING. HERE WE CONDUCT MANY CULTURAL EVENTS, SHOWS AND CONCERTS...A ROMANTIC PLACE TO WALK AT THE WATER'S EDGE...LOOK ACROSS AND WATCH THE SUNSET...OR SIT TALKING FOR HOURS UNDER A MOON-LIT NIGHT...LET'S NOT FORGET 'SOUTH STREET'...A WORLD YOU MUST EXPERIENCE!...EVERYTHING FROM QUAINT COFFEE SHOPS TO TATTOOS...AND FOR LAUGHS DON'T FORGET 'THE LAFFHOUSE'...OR IN WEST PHILLY, THERE'S 'THE LAFF ATTACK', A NEW COMEDY CLUB ON THE RISE PREMIRING NEW UP AND COMING TALENT.THE LAFF ATTACK ONLY COMES THE FIRST SUNDAY OF EVERY MONTH,BUT THE LAFF'S LAST ALL MONTH LONG!!!
Fondest memory: YOU REALLY WON'T BELIEVE MY FONDEST MEMORY OF PHILLY,BUT I ACTUALLY HAVE TO ADMIT IT WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH MY FUTURE WIFE, HELEN D. WILLIAMS...I HAVE NEVER MET ANYONE LIKE HER, AND THATS NO CLICHE! SHE HAS MADE MY LIFE MORE ALIVE THAN IT'S EVER BEEN; AND I HAVE WORKED ON BROADWAY AND IN MAJOR FEATURE FILMS, RUBBED SHOULDERS WITH 'THE IN-CROWD'. AND THERE'S NOTHING THAT COMPARES WITH HELEN, SHE'S A VACATION BY HERSELF...ALWAYS THERE, NO MATTER WHAT I NEED...SHE'S THERE TO ENSURE THAT I GET IT!!! AND I GLADLY, HAPPILY AND GRATEFULLY GIVE AND APPRECIATE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING...THAT'S WHY I AM GOING TO MARRY HER. SO, IF YOU'RE IN PHILLY IN THE YEAR 2002...ABOUT JUNE OR SEPTEMBER...COME CELEBRATE THE GREATEST UNION IN THE UNIVERSE...SEE YOU THERE!.....
eat out. Philadelphia harbors some the most enticing, and varying dining atmospheres in the world. There are good places alll over the city, but i recommend old city and china town. Stay away from the Delaware Ave. club scene in the summer-too much of a scene if you know what i'm talking about.
Fondest memory: uhhh....nothing really fond about it
Got to get my ACT together, man! Got to scan in everything and digitize it, for the future. Need to migrate to latest compressed format, hard drive saturated with czechlesovakian jpegs and burn all mp3s dwgs and EPSs to disc, convert archives to DVD buy 20 gigs, DSL accelerator, ramjac heliowatt amplifier more physical memory a crunchier computer. Programs need replacing gave away the discs-who knew? Photoshop to California schizochick, Autocad to dysfunctional former colleague; besides stocking the larder with Skoda parts, smoked meat, sterilized water, peanut butter, black market Cipro.
Is this the craziest east coast autumn in living memory or what? At least that bright, yellow irritating object has finally gone away. Now its 70 F and we're suffering a plague of mosquitoes, interrupting my beauty sleep. No wonder I have been so touchy in the office. By the way, did you get my memo? Use the new cover sheets on your TPS reports in the future. Thaaanks. About those blighters I got a can of environmentally friendly deep-woods off and the problem has gone away...Thanks, Monsanto. Because without chemicals, life itself would be impossible.*
Touring around the old mansions in Fairmont Park
Fondest memory: My first two stops were the Strawberry
Mansion and Woodford. Unfortunately,
despite guidebook and well posted signs,
these two homes would not be open for
tours at 10am...
Finally someone emerged from
Strawberry Mansion (I think the
caretakers live in the basements) and
said, maybe at 12. It was time to move
on, but waiting around awhile gave me a
chance to realize my surroundings. Here
I was, on one side of the street with
historical mansions in a park and directly
across the street were boarded up
buildings. The streets were alive though
and most or all of these structures were
For a moment, I feared my
safety and certainly there
was some writing on the
wall to confirm some of
that. There was definitely a
clash: the monuments of fair
skinned historical figures
and people of the present appear to mock each other just by proximity.
At least this time to stroll around led me to find the secret garden at Strawberry
My next stop was Mount Pleasant. I knocked on the
door and someone answered! The guide was already
half way through giving a tour to two women, so I
caught the last half of the house with them and then
continued with the guide for the last half. I'm really
but this is
definitely way to
learn about it.
Did you know
that piracy was
mansion was built by the privateering wealth of
Captain John Macphereson. 50% of a captured
ship's wealth would go back to the ruler. In this case,
the Queen of England made it legal to raid French
and Spanish ships. Of the remaining 50% of the
cargo, 40% was to be distributed among the pirate
crew and 10% to the captain. It is believed that the
captain always ended up with more than his share.
Aside from learning about who lived and visited this
house, the expert guide knew all the details of the
furniture and architecture in the home. All furniture
was moved to the outside edges of the rooms each
night so you wouldn't bump into it at night. No one
was trusted completely and locks were everywhere:
on dressers, desks with hidden compartments,
bookcases and even the tea box.