The sites of Reading, Pennsylvania, are just that: the good sites. Not included is the thuglife and scum that makes Reading such a violent city on the Morgan Quitno studies, but alas... that is just me opining. I am sure that in some world, there are feelings that I shouldn't be treading on when it comes to gangs and thugs and the criminal element of this fine city of mine.
If there's no time to drive far, at least there's Nolde Forest and its 14million trails that all intersect and confuse the beejesus out of people. Nevertheless, it is beautiful, though there's not really much to see there other than a stream, trees, and mountain laurel - maybe a squirrel or 2.
Hershey Park is happy if you're young, but if you're old and prefer something a little more natural from Uncle Milt, then the gardens might be your ticket. That said, we had to imagine what was there because it hadn't gotten warm enough for the flowers to poke through yet.
I'm just not a fan of anything in that city. Never really was. However, I really really really hate the Yankees. I loathe them as if they were Satan himself. That said, the only time I will go up there again is when they open the WTC Memorial.
I stopped shooting black and white film a while ago, so most of this stuff is taken between 2003 and 2006. I don't intend to add any new stuff since most of the pictures are really good as is. While some of this is OK, most of the black and white just got old...
A lot of concerts are here, but this is more about the stuff that isn't here: Reading Festival 1991 with Nirvana live onstage (when I saw them and you didn't) and a lot of the great earlier shows I saw when music still had meaning and originality. That said, if you ever get a chance to see the Polyphonic Spree and you don't, then you're lame.
I really used to like wrestling, but when 24 came along, I abandoned it pretty much for the duration. Now, it's just a mockery of itself and that's not even getting into wrestlers that strangle their kid and wife.
London was a period of my life (91+92 really), although some of it is from the next few years as well. I really liked it at the time, and I'm sure I would like to go back, but while England made me who I am, I'm not London.
I was on the Turkish / Syrian / Iraqi border in 1991. That was about 1 month too long. My time was for Operation Provide Comfort after Desert Storm. Basically, the special forces handled the security and no fly zones. I sat around a MASH tent.
Welcome to the world, Dylan Matthew! It's going to be a wonderful ride. These are all of the pictures of my sister's son, who just so happens to be my 21st nephew (or niece or nephew or niece's child!).
Saved from fading, a fiery death, or any one of a million other catastrophes that I could think of (but more importantly, from the ones that I can't think of - damn, I love paraphrasing Contact (an awesome movie)), these photos are from the 20's to the 60's.
The best time of the year for Longwood Gardens is also the busiest time of the year. Plan early and remember that traffic is hellacious on weekends and between Christmas and New Year so get a garden pass or get advance tickets. Prepare yourself for some elbows to the side and people not looking while they walk, but that said, prepare yourself for some beautiful displays and arrangements. Dont't forget to dress warm!!
Another great Polyphonic Spree show (my 3rd) in Philadelphia on their 2012 Christmas tour run. I would have loved it to be a longer set, but we're happy for the great moments and vibes that the evening brought (awesome version of Silver Bells and I'm Calling as well as guest appearance from Granddaddy's Jason Lytle for Neil Young's Heart of Gold).
I was once told that Mike Piazza's family purchased some of the former art town, but in all honestly, it doesn't matter because the creek is still a sweet little hike down with lots of boulders to play on. The only drawback is the graffiti and stoners that wander around the back woods, but all the same, they're too intoxicated to really be a problem that needs anything other than stepping over.
The photos that chronicle 89-93. All of the pictures that Steph donated to the cause and also the pictures that represent that period of time seem to fit nicely into this album that is named after kind and gentle Steph's alterego.