So we moved into Philadelphia one year ago today. After closing on our new house, we took a getting to know you trip around the city. Well the Liberty Bell is pint sized compared to what you see in a U.S. History textbook. The cobblestone sidewalks are quaint until you roll an ankle. Saw the museum steps Rocky Balboa climbed. He musta had some set of calves. Betsy Ross’s house … pretty much one room. She was a loner who thankfully had sewing in her life. Thirteen stripes. Thirteen stars. I wonder if she told Congress to screw when they asked her to accommodate Alaska.
Nah, she was quite dead.
City Hall, which I can see from my living room. I always thought the statue on top of it was Benjamin Franklin. Nope. It’s none other than William Penn.
Then we walked by this very historic looking building that had a crowd wrapped around it. Curiously and cluelessly I asked one of the security people what the event was, like a Gaga concert or perhaps some political rally.
“Um Sir, that’s Independence Hall.”
“Oh of course it is. Are they reenacting the signing of the Constitution?”
“Sir, please step away from the security check.”