Because when you’re in Philly it’s almost like being in heaven…
- Go to South Street
- The Continental Martini Bar
- Mt. Airy
- Valley Green
- Chestnut Hill
- Silk City Diner
- The Italian Market
It was my last best hope and expectation to meet up with a very special girl from Jersey in Wildwood. I was from Philly and she was from Harlem and our lives intersected in a small town in South Jersey. She was a sweet kid and wild as Friday night and we were supposed to meet for a weekend rendezvous in the seaside town of Wildwood. It was during the off season and there weren’t too many people around, which was how I liked it.
I holed up in a cheap hotel near the beach for a few days but she never showed. So I walked the streets and combed the beach a bit and I snapped a few pictures.
Once upon a time in a land far away
In the country of New Jersey
I endeavored to to take my Jersey wife to the ballet.
We also took along my mother-in-law for the ride
Whom I deemed Mother Nature
And we crossed the river to the Philly side.
And there for one brief shining moment
There were two ball busters at the Nutcracker.
It was a fairy tale romance…..