Across the Skoo-kul River. (I can’t spell it the way it is actually spelled.) This is kind’ve a dopey river anyway. It separates Philadelphia from. . . Philadelphia! Shouldn’t rivers be used as, like, borders??
The U Penn Class of ’23 presents the most fantastically modern and bland skating rink. Look closely and you’ll see Judy Jetson practicing her twirls.
We snuck into some U Penn classrooms. You can tell it is an ivy league school because of all the difficult equations on the board. Kerry, can you translate this?
In the basement to another U Penn building (they’re so smart there, but they never think to lock the doors!) we found some kick-ass old lookin’ reel-to-reel players and TVs!
The side of the stadium.
The other side of the tracks. And the TRACK!
Rah Rah Rah! This is the place where rich guys get to bang into one another so they can gripe about their old football injuries later in life.
Philly at night.