It was the last day before the new semester started, so I decided to drive to Philadelphia and get off the expressway at the parkway
I drove through the light at Spring Garden Street
and parked the car
near Fairmount Avenue
in sight of the prison
I walked down to Mt. Vernon
got to 2140
and knocked on the pig's nose
until DrLen answered
but he was still working
and his computer was still on
We quickly read a map
and took the Ben Franklin Bridge
to New Jersey.
Our first notable thing was this sign that the dentists provided
we had to turn around here
to find our way
to Wacker's
where there were some fine lamps.
Next we turned around after this house
with DrLen steady on the wheel
to go to the Den of Antiquity
where this gentleman
told us that despite the wonderful things in the window
it was probably not open
So we drove on through the fields
and past the wildlife
until we parked the car
at the 54 Diner
where DrLen
carefully studied the menu
and we heeded this all important sign
My food was so good that I forgot to take a picture
until it was gone
The waitress was happy to have her picture be part of our record
even though we interrupted an impassioned discussion of the tabloid article about what the people on Survivor do when they are off the screen.
Our next stop was at the musical sculptures
outside Ralph's
After a visit with Ralph (in a situation that was too bizarre to be photographed) we took a few more pictures
and headed back to Rte. 40 in search of KingFish
where the signs were great
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Next we headed to Richland and observed the general store
from in front of the post office
before going behind the post office to the Antique Depot
We still had another stop (or more) inside but when we next parked, we saw a wonderful painted truck parked nearby
next to a propane tank
with a fire engine off to the side
DrLen had to use the cel phone to call Neil Benson
to see if we should buy this typewriter
from this lady.
As always, the typewriter didn't look as good when we got to the parking lot
Driving on, we came upon the Wall of Shame -- an unfortunate memorial to a man's son who was killed (with 2 of his friends) by a driver of an unlicensed garbage truck.
We acknowledged the wrong doings of this large slate of people
said our good byes
and took some literature to read as we moved along to Vineland
where the laundromat was closed
but the toy store
looked open, so we parked the car and took the obligatory phone booth
pictures
only to discover that the owner
was too busy doing day trading to talk to us.
On the way out of town, we found this real sculpture
floss and all in front of the dentists' offices.
We stopped here for custard
but they don't sell it in the winter, sow e had to settle for this
and then get some gas for the trip home
I left my mark in DrLen's car.
Hopefully, it will fade well over time to remind us of this day in the country.