Philly Tales

By Harry Hallman The other day while I was lying on my two thousand dollar lounge chair by my million dollar pool in Hollywood and talking to Scarl...

Making a Buck By Harry Hallman Ben Franklin famously said, “A penny saved is a penny earned.” Obviously, he didn’t grow up in the Kensington sectio...

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...

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...

The row home I grew up in, on Wishart Street, seemed large and spacious to me when I was a kid. It was more than enough room to house my brother, me, my sister, my grandparents, and parents.

I was a bit stunned, but both of us were okay. The car, however, was not. We pushed the car to the side and decided to hitch a ride. You have to understand, we had been on the road for three days with no bath, were unshaven, and dressed in our Air Force winter fatigue jackets