It’s been a cold one.
I’ve likely mentioned it before, but this is my favorite alley in Philly. I recently saw some construction happening on the south end though, which is a little disconcerting — the wilderness feel of the block might evaporate one day.
For some reason, this felt akin to “FREE CANDY” on the side of a 70s van with no windows?
Whenever I pass this old bar in Olde Kensington, I feel like it would be the perfect location to fight out the zombie apocalypse. Excessive bars over the tiny windows on the ground floor, and plywood over the second floor windows — it looks like it’s already survived one war at some point.
Back in the fall, Jenn and I heard some music in the distance when we were exploring an old barge near the edge of Bartram’s Gardens in Southwest Philadelphia. What at first I was guessing to be a traditional Indian wedding celebration (from hearing music echoing through the meadow) ended up being the Wat Khmer Palelai & Buddhist Monastery.
I’m game for anything fried, and these plantains were fantastic, and super inexpensive.
The national flag of Cambodia, showing Angkor Wat.
If you hadn’t heard, I’m excited to introduce a new little man named Pike.
Melrose, Scottish Borders, United Kingdom.
Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Near a tiny village called Byrness in England near the border with Scotland. My parents lived in this village briefly in the 1970s, and it was fascinating to revisit. Little to no change in forty-plus years.
Each year the Sly Fox Brewery in Phoenixville, PA hosts a goat race during its Bock Fest. It’s best to ride a bike from Philly (30 miles each way) to fully embrace the return of spring. I rode with Tommy, Chris, Matt Hops, Jared, Ray, Tom, and another Chris, in addition to a few of the Standard Tap gentlemen. Great times were had by all.
Brad visited sunny Philadelphia from far away rainy Seattle.
T.Rex and Sara. And also Tim in the background.
Emily and Chelsea helped organize a session beer tasting (only 5% abv or less allowed) over in West Philly. Great times — a methy pirate poet even climbed the fence to try to join the fun.
There are times that I swear the UK has been picked up, and plopped down in Philly. This corner is on Girard Avenue, though it probably belongs somewhere in the outskirts of London.