Do you know that weird sensation of connection to your roots that you often feel when you see an old family member, friend, lover, teammate, or co-worker for the first time in years, maybe even decades?Depending on the circumstances of your meet, it sometimes doesn't hit you until later. But almost always we go through … Continue reading The good old days
I was born and raised in the 2nd Street section of South Philadelphia, and during the late 1960's and into the mid-1970's my parents sent my brother and I to school at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, a Catholic elementary school. The home parish church for that school was located directly across from our little … Continue reading Our Lady of Mount Carmel
I grew up in a traditional, small South Philly rowhouse in the 2300 block of south American Street. Our block was one of the few in our working-class rowhouse neighborhood that had houses on only one side of the street. Our houses were situated on the east side of the block, between Wolf and Ritner Streets. … Continue reading A third story on American Street?