The Philadelphia Story

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Did something we hadn’t done in 29 years, and spent the weekend in Philadelphia. Since I now go through the city of brotherly love just about every week, I thought it would be nice to get off the train and see what was what.

The real impetus was the Van Gogh show at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Go there now. It was simply amazing . . . I was unprepared for the emotional impact of seeing those paintings up close.

What else was there? Surprisingly good pub food, the most amazing waffles ever, and a great trip through the Mütter Museum. We learned that threatening to touch a teenager with a dessicated arm is a VERY effective parenting tool. Wish we’d known that years ago. And that there are diseases I didn’t yet know to be afraid of.

Walked for miles along city streets and the river trail, took subways, took the train. And listened to an organ concert in a department store. Can you have a better weekend? I don’t think so.

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2 thoughts on “The Philadelphia Story

  1. jericwrites

    I LOVE the Mutter Museum . . . or, uh, well, maybe LOVE isn’t the right word . . . I AM AWED AND FRIGHTENED BY the Mutter Museum (and I LOVE that feeling) maybe is a better description??
    Sounds like a grand weekend . . .

  2. Carl

    Yes, that brief description did not do it justice. It was AMAZING. The giant colon alone was worth the price of entry. In fact, any jar in the place would have been better than every disappointing sideshow I ever anted up four bits for.

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