Sunday, September 2, 2012
Into Rittenhouse Square I went—my hair all humid, my shorts a little baggy, my ear pressed to a phone conversation with my friend Kelly. All of a sudden, they appeared—not one but three afternoon wedding parties. I had no real camera to speak of, but snapped away with my phone (goodbye, Kelly). The third bride got wind of me (perhaps she reads this blog?) and vanished before I could place a trace of her here.
But here are two of the brides encountered on this day, two of the journeys now under way. A few blocks north, the Parkway was jammed with the Made in America crowds. A few miles south, Bruce Springsteen was in the house, warming up for yours truly, who will see him (rain or shine!) tomorrow. A few blocks east, my son in his happy new home.
All in all, an afternoon of love.