Philly Tales

Kensington dads, in my era, came in all flavors. Some drank too much, others were overbearing,  and some ignored their kids. Most dads, however, di...

I once told you I have a time machine. Don’t laugh. You have one also. That time machine is my memories, coupled with my historical fiction writing...

I loved growing up in Philadelphia. My childhood street, West Wishart in Kensington, was packed with interesting people. People who still kept the ...

Kensington and Philly seemed to be designed to provide great hangouts for kids and adults alike. The numerous corner bars of that time was the equi...

Growing up in Kensington in the 1950’s I always identified with being Irish. I mean, I think just about everyone did to some degree. Kensington was...

For many of us, the golden age was when we were kids carefree and happy running around the streets of Kensington in Philadelphia with little or not...

One Thanksgiving I will never forget! My grandmother and mother were both great cooks. Year after year the made the best holiday dinners. One Thank...