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Historically, Philadelphia has had a bad case of cainophobia. Whether we’re talking about building a highway or bumping up trash day, Philadelphians generally don’t react to change too well. “It’s my city,” we say, “I like it the way it is.” Reinvention, alteration—these things are a threat to the very identity of native Philadelphians everywhere. Progressives, generally speaking, we are not.
You may have heard the recent announcement that the Miss America Pageant is returning to Atlantic City in September after a seven-year affair with Las Vegas. You probably also heard an accompanying “Meh” from almost everyone.
There is a place on Facebook—beyond the endless photos of newborn babies and your annoying friend from high school who updates her status exclusively in ALL CAPS—where something quite interesting is happening.
The first time I heard my father say it, I was seven years old. We were waiting for an elevator in New York, where we lived, when he dropped a casual, grammatically unnecessary “like” into a sentence that has otherwise been lost to history. Understand, I grew up in a household where saying “like” was a moral failing, a practice reserved only for the most helplessly vapid second-graders. The slip-up was a betrayal—as if I were raised strict kosher, only to catch him in the kitchen at midnight, preparing a BLT.
It has all the makings of the next Indiana Jones movie—or maybe something smaller, like National Treasure, only with fewer daring escapades and more bureaucratic accounting. The story is this: Sometime between March 15 and April 5, 1933, 10 rare "Double Eagle" gold coins were apparently pilfered from the Philadelphia Mint. And they stayed pilfered until 2003, when the grandchildren of a coin dealer named Israel Swift—a perfect name for the movie!—found the coins in a safe deposit box after his death. The government seized them, but Swift's heirs sued, saying the coins had been legally obtained. Not possible, a
The news that Daffy’s would close on September 30th hit me hard. It feels like something bigger than the closing of a department store; it feels like I will have to find a new way to live.Daffy’s has been a part of my life since it opened, a place of refuge, a place for magic, a place of bargains, sure, but so much more. So many moments, both large and small, are marked for me in some way by a trip to Daffy’s.
Neil Armstrong’s obituaries were only half-right. Yes, Armstrong was the first human to step foot on the moon. What’s possibly more significant, though, is that he was also one of the last. Just 10 more men touched down on the lunar surface after Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin visited in July 1969. Some of the others are also already dead. Nobody else has left low earth orbit in decades. The Chinese might go in the next few years—but it’s also possible that they’ll get there, look around, and make the same decision that the Americans did: Stick closer to home.