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.
Schuylkill River. Which starts up in my home county, Schuylkill County. Where I went to high school at North Schuylkill High School. This is why I know how to spell that word so well.
Jesus Christ. You went to Philly and didn’t hit South Street for some of those incredible cheesesteaks?
Oh I’ve DONE the Cheesesteak thing. Jim’s, Pat’s and Geno’s (my favorite is Jim’s) Do a search and you’ll probably find photos of them somewhere on this blog.
Dude, even more offensive — you went the Philly and didn’t visit the Mutter Museum? I mean, who doesn’t love a little medicial oddities with their tastykakes and birch beer?!
Oh, I’ve been there, too. With the Tastykakes.
More Philly photos coming soon.