Monday, January 22, 2007

 

My Familiars, again...


Philadelphia is a city of brick buildings and old iron pipes. On the train from the airport, I looked up from the culvert near the UPenn stop and saw a proud old building with worn, warm bricks and a faded stone tablet. Squinting with my old eyes, I could see that the tablet said "Palestra." So, that was it, square by the tracks, the Cathedral.

Philadelphia is a place where sometimes great things wait quietly for you to find them, like Quakers at worship.

# posted by Mark Osler @ 12:16 PM
Comments:
Philadelphia is the American city: from the steps of Betsy Ross's house, to the door of Man Full of Trouble tavern. No wonder they so proudly display the world's largest clothes pin.
# posted by Blogger Henry Wright : 1:40 PM
 
It took me at least three or four trips to Philly to find Pat's and Geno's cheese steaks. But there they were, waiting for me.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:14 PM
 
You might enjoy this resturant in Philly - Victor Cafe - Music Lovers Rendez Vous - Named after RCA Victor. Opera and Italian food
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 6:07 PM
 
And the Mummers? Let's not forget the Mummers.http://philadelphia.about.com/library/gallery/bl2000mummers29.htm
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 12:07 AM
 
Greatest city in America, no doubt (come on, y'all knew I'd have to comment eventually)!

Campbell
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 6:56 PM
 
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