Last week I had to make a quick trip to Philadelphia to supervise a printing project. Even though I had to leave Penn Station at 6 a.m., it turned out to be a day well spent. We were able to correct an error that would not have gone over well with the big bosses.
Mission accomplished, I headed into the city for my first-ever real Philly cheese steak.
Tummy full, I strolled up the street through the historic district.
He finally agreed to take me back to the train station and waive the charge...and the next cabbie actually once worked at the place! Proof that you can have a small town moment anywhere.
By the way -- next time, I am totally going for "double Whiz" on my cheese steak.