As noted before, we have boots on the ground in West Philly, yes, spies, relatives, odd souls, and old shoes. One offers some beautiful photographs of where it all began for this author. If you are a fan or frequenter of the 34 trolley line, you may notice you've passed these houses before. It's soggy-dog rain in South Carolina this Saturday, so I'm loving the view of 48th Street on a sunny day. Thanks, Steve.
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