The Philadelphians seems to accept their city being called “Philly” which I shall now do because Philadelphia is long and I keep trying to spell it Philladelphia.
We left Country Acres on Saturday and drove to Malvern, a nice community outside Philly. There we left our trailer with Dan J’s sister Becky who had graciously offered her driveway as storage while we went into Philly. That accomplished we caught the commuter train to Philly’s 30th Street Station and were soon greeted by Brian J; Brian is the son of Marcia's younger sister Pati and her husband Dan.
Brian is a sophomore architecture student at Philly’s Drexel University. He has grown considerably since we last saw him, and like all members of his family, thinks nothing of charging off on a multi-mile walk for lunch, in this case with his Aunt Marcia and Uncle (by marriage) Cam. After some distance and entry to kind of a bohemian area of Philly, Marcia commented that she hoped this was a sit-down restaurant; Brian hesitated briefly, turned us around, and started heading in yet another direction. The restaurant he chose, the Continental, worked great and after Brian and I polished off our bacon cheese omelets and Marcia finished her frittata and beer, we were off again with Brian leading for a view across the Delaware River to neighboring New Jersey.
After a brief subway ride we were again in the area of Drexel, so Brian walked us over for a tour of his dorm, which on the outside looks like a 1940s department store or office building but on the inside houses countless students, including from colleges other than Drexel, and perhaps some private apartment renters as well (I wasn’t sure about this point). Marcia and I then took our leave of Brian, walked under a Drexel University trestle of some sort to the 30th Street Station, trained to Malvern and reclaimed our trailer, thanked Becky’s family with some Shoe-Fly Pie from Lancaster, and drove several hours to Salisbury MD, and the home of Pati and Dan.
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