Entries Tagged as 'Philly Living'

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

City Noises, 3 am

I sometimes forget how active the city remains, even in the middle of the night.  I’m up at nearly 3:30 am, completely unable to sleep.  I had a cup of coffee this afternoon around 2:30 pm, after nearly two weeks without much caffeine of any stripe (coffee just isn’t the same when I have a [...]

Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

The Little Mermaid and other stories

There was a woman sitting on a bench in the trolley stop this morning, with a Little Mermaid sleeping bag spread neatly out underneath her. She was in stocking feet, and as I walked by she stretched and yawned, like she had just had a restful night on the bench. Oblivious to all the people [...]

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

Refusing to help

Tonight as I was walking home down Chestnut St., I saw two visibly intoxicated guys greet each other like long lost friends. Who knows, maybe they were. They embraced wildly and as one of them stepped back out of the hug, he tripped on the front steps of a brownstone and fell backwards. Hard. This [...]

Monday, June 27th, 2005

Indoor humidity

I walked into my office this morning and my papers were soggy. The windows were dripping with condensation. My normally demure, straight hair increased in volume threefold. If you sat quietly, you could almost hear the mold growing in the walls. I was surprised there weren’t little storm clouds forming up in the corners. At [...]

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

They call it progress

About a week ago I learned that they are going to be building a 39 story building on an empty lot near my apartment. This means that the very last little bit of view beyond the skyscrapers that this little unit in the heavens has held onto for the last 40 years is going to [...]

Thursday, April 14th, 2005

Lost and found

Two weeks ago I found something that had been lost since I was eight years old. As many of you know, I live in an apartment that has been in my family for forty years, so you’re all probably thinking that I found a toy lodged behind the couch or a book that had gotten [...]