Philadelphia is actually not too bad in the springtime. I found out when I stopped by in May.
Oddly enough, I was invited back for a school reunion (let’s just say somewhere on or near or perhaps somehow affiliated with the U of P). Megan and I arrived in the evening, threw our stuff into a hotel room (got there by car), flagged a hack, and sped to campus. It was about dusk when we wandered around among the stone buildings and tall trees. With keen foresight, I suggested that we head to a bar, because I sensed a bit of tippling coming on.
Things We’ve Done During Our Journey
Needless to say, that evening wrapped up with a