robertisenberg

Philadelphia Visions: 3

In Philadelphia on October 2, 2009 at 7:47 pm

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But I can’t bring myself to hate Philadelphia. It doesn’t work. Like a bullying spouse, the city always surprises me.

Ky and I drove from Newtown to the Delaware border, cruising through suburb after endless suburb. After passing a dozen Targets and twice as many Wawas (including the store’s corporate headquarters), we stopped at a red light. And there, across the street, idled an antique car. The vintage vehicle stood at the head of a long line of newer cars, and I marveled at the sight. Here was Philadelphia’s M.O. in a nutshell: I’m at the head of the line, I got here first, the rest of you will just have to fucking wait for me.

No apology. No self-consciousness. Just seeing this lone driver, out for a spin in his ancient junker, holding up traffic for a hundred yards, made me smile.

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