My love note: I was pissed when they removed the first South Street Bridge, thus altering my bike route to work. And then…and then when I saw the new one I was ok with those two years of detours. It is an absolute pleasure to bike to and from work with that spectacular view. Every day and every hour is different. Sometimes it’s just so pretty I pull my bike over and lean over the railings and just watch my city
Shorts (a digression)
I got my mom tickets for Antiques Roadshow for her birthday. Actually, I’ll be honest, I got them mostly for myself. The closest city hosting an event in the next six months was Boston, so we made the trek this weekend. They were filming three shows at once, so there were something like 6,000 people carrying around 12,000 antiques (books, couches, chairs, watches, baseballs, etc.).
I couldn’t take pics inside the show’s set, only in the airplane hanger where we first lined up. We spent our time chatting with our fellow Roadshow groupies, trying to pick out the most expensive items, and watching appraisals being taped.
No tears or screams of excitement, but I’ve watched the show enough to know that some people were carrying around items worth thousands of dollars. We learned that our book, The Anatomy of Melancholy, published in the late 1800s was worth about what my dad paid for it in 1965. My great grandfather’s pocket watch was from 1914, had a porcelain face and was gold fill (I got excited for a second), but was still only worth $200.
We left our post-show reaction in the video booth and traipsed around the North End for a couple of hours before climbing in the car for the long ride home. It was great to have a weekend away with mom, but it was nice to come home to Philly.
Sometimes you just need a little summer loving. Or at least a fling. For that, there is the Beer Garden.
Go for the dinosaurs and specimens in jars, stay for the MegaBad Movie Night
Sure, there may be some delays and surly conductors, but isn’t that what Philly’s all about? And so, my short love note is to you Septa, especially when a clean, air conditioned train comes to whisk me to the suburbs while I read and play on my computer.
Good food, berries, ice cream, good friends, deck, South Philly, cool summer breeze