Doors

I have a thing for doors. These doors are the entrance to a Philadelphia restaurant called Buddakan. They’re pretty fabulous, aren’t they?

A Wasted Sunday

My favorite Sundays are the ones where I get some time to rest and relax along with time to do some chores and some things I want to get done.

My least favorite Sundays are the ones where I accomplish nothing and count the hours till bedtime. Yesterday was not a good day.

My entire body ached and I was too tired to motivate myself to do much of anything. This is the worst feeling too. After a workweek of looking forward to all the weekend could potentially hold, it’s a sad feeling to know you’re wasting that precious free time.

All I can say is that maybe next weekend will be better.

Meanwhile, this is your Monday wake up call and reminder that we can’t wait for the weekend or for the perfect conditions to get things done or to be happy.

Let’s all look for ways to make today as happy as possible. If nothing else it might take the pressure off the weekends!

To start the week off right, here’s a photo of my house panther enjoying the new mattress pad I bought last week.

He thinks it’s perfectly divine and is pleased that his staff would think to buy him such a lovely gift. Scout knows how to live each day to its fullest!

The Continental

The Continental is a fabulous-from-the-outside diner in Old City Philadelphia. It seems to be closed now and I realized after snapping this photo that a person was sleeping on the stoop.

That stack of dice still turns, giving me a shred of hope the rest of the place will sometime spring to life. At this point, the sign is the best part of this place. Here’s hoping someone will polish up the place and make the pancakes the best part of the Continental.

Thanks To Our Volunteer Firefighters

They leave the supper table without ever taking a bite. They quietly run for the exit at their child’s school play. They rouse themselves from warm beds to venture out into the cold, dark winter night. They leave their jobs, their farms and their loved ones behind to don fifty or more pounds of gear to run toward danger.

These men and women are a special breed. They are volunteer firefighters.

If you live in a city or a wealthy community, you probably take for granted that when you call 911 there will be someone waiting at a firehouse to answer your cries for help. A car crash. A grease fire. A carbon monoxide alarm. A smoke-filled home in the middle of the night. These are some of the many reasons we all depend on firefighters to help. 

But in small communities and especially small, rural communities, the people waiting for your call aren’t paid to wait at the firehouse. They are volunteers who go about their lives and work, not unlike Clark Kent just before he transforms into Superman.

Here they come to save the day. Only, they’re doing it for love of community, neighbor and stranger rather than vocation. 

This has been on my mind a lot lately. Southern Ohio is experiencing a horrendous drought. Burn bans throughout the area are meant to protect us all. A carelessly tossed cigarette or someone roasting a hot dog outside could result in hours spent fighting a brush fire. Yet, people  ignore the ban. They burn their trash, their brush and anything else they darn well please with no regard for the risk to human life, animals or property. 

Our volunteer fire departments have worked tirelessly this summer and this week has been the worst so far. After a full day out fighting brush fires, multiple local departments responded to a fire caused by a blown transformer at a power generating plant last night.

I am in awe of every single person who answers when the rest of us are in need. 

As regular readers here know, I just came back from Philadelphia where fire departments are a big deal. This is where Benjamin Franklin formed the first ever fire brigade. At his museum you’ll see a bucket once used by a volunteer firefighter. They would line up and draw water from a neighbor’s well, passing one bucket at a time to fill up the fire engine.

We’ve come a long way since then. In Philly today, you’ll see a heavy presence of neighborhood fire stations and some gorgeous murals celebrating their rich firefighting history. Advances in technology make firefighting easier than these humble beginnings and safer too. 

Yet, there is an inherent risk these brave folks face every time they head into a burning building or toward some kind of hazmat disaster.

Plus, the time commitments, the danger, the overall risk of the endeavor and the constant need to raise money for the department to survive have left many volunteer departments in desperate need of help. Many firefighters are aging out and hanging up their gear for the last time and young people aren’t stepping up to join in the same numbers they once did. 

After all, who wants to leave their family mid bite because someone else caught their Thanksgiving turkey on fire? Who wants to leave their air conditioned home to battle a brush fire in sweltering temperatures? Who wants to leave their tractor in the field or a customer at their place of work to do traffic control at a car accident? 

Thankfully, there are still people willing to do this. And they’re willing to do it without demanding to know what’s in it for them. What’s in it for them, by the way, is knowing they helped another and that someone else will be there if they ever find themselves on the other side of the emergency. 

My community would be in trouble without them and I am grateful every single day for these brave souls who want to help. Mr Roger’s taught us all to look for the helpers in times of trouble. If you need a helper, look no further than your volunteer fire department. If you don’t need help, go find them anyway and thank them for all they do.

Ps: All first responders, both the paid and the volunteer, are pretty amazing. Let’s be grateful to them all!

Nooks And Crannies In Old City Philly

During your trip to the historic areas of Philadelphia, be sure to explore as much as possible on foot.

We did not have a car for this trip and that was by design. Traffic can be terrible and parking is an expensive, often challenging endeavor in a city like Philly. However, being on foot means you will see things that you would otherwise never notice or stop to enjoy if you had to look for parking.

This is true of most towns and cities but Philadelphia has some truly charming nooks and crannies.

There are alleys and pathways that are literally centuries old. We strolled through this little neighborhood that we only found because we decided to take a different route back to the hotel and I said “this looks like something.”

Isn’t it charming? 

It’s very Parisian with fleur de lis architectural accents, cobblestone and bistro tables surrounded by flowers galore. An occasional Canadian flag next to an American one alerted us that our instincts were correct.

If I ever return to Old City, you can bet that time will be dedicated to finding more places like this. There are also tons of what my friend calls “pocket parks” and sweet little spots with murals and fountains or statues with markers letting you know that so and so lived here or that an important event once took place on this site.  

I have several more of these spots to show you but this was my very favorite. I hope you like it too.

Chinatown

Philadelphia has a number of distinct neighborhoods including a vibrant Chinatown. The forty foot Friendship Gate into this neighborhood is even prettier in person.

I wish we had more time to explore here but I was thrilled to at least see the gate. Perhaps I’ll make it back again someday!