Favorite Spot: Penn Museum
I am: A social media manager, runner, photographer, homebrewer, high-harmony vocalist, and shameless nerd.
Years in Philly: 3 1/2 in the city, plus about 26 in the ‘burbs
Current home: East Passyunk Crossing
My Love Note
Dear Penn Museum,
When I was a kid, being a nerd wasn’t very cool. I excelled in math class; I wore thick, plastic-rimmed glasses long before the advent of the hipster; I strove each day to be more like Data, the android from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Some kids made my life as a nerd more difficult—but not you, Penn Museum. You made me feel welcome. You made my nerdiness feel like an accomplishment. You shocked me into attention at six years old, when you showed me my first mummy (and his very visible genitalia). You showed me how small I was, physically and temporally, during my 4th-grade tour of your Sphinx Gallery. And years later, you let me show off how cool a nerd can be, when I brought my soon-to-be fiancee to see what had captivated me through two decades of occasional, blissful visits.
You might be the nerdiest museum in town, and nowadays, thats a beautiful thing. At more than 100 years old, you wear your nerdiness with the proud distinction of a perfect bald spot.
Thanks for helping me to embrace who I really am—a nerd, and a happy one, at that.