Philly Tales

I remember as a small child walking down Wishart Street with a friend. I stepped on a crack in the sidewalk, and my friend yelled: “Step on a crack...

If I were a billionaire, I would create three badges of honor. I would award a Silver Star to all healthcare workers, EMTs, and first responders wh...

My car is in the garage collecting dust while we hunker down during this viral and economic crisis. I was thinking about this when the image of my ...

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...

I was very fortunate that by the time I was five years old, our family bought a TV. It was an RCA. We were not the first TV in the neighborhood. A ...

The memories of hanging out on and under the Wildwood boardwalk rushed into my mind. I could smell the salt air, the hot sand, and the Pizza cooking at Mac’s. I was inspired, but not to write marketing articles, but rather to share with you some of those memories.

I have posted some of these photos before, but since Kensington Neighborhood Alumni has grown so much I thought I would again. Just before the 197...

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.