"Philly people need a little different kind of policing than regular normal people"..........You mean like W.Wilson Goode dropping bombs on houses and burning down five square blocks? Like Sammy Aggresta?
I do miss Fairmount Park though. I used to keep my horses there. I spent my teen years riding thru the trails and paths with my friends every day after school and at night on weekends. Something nostalgic over my memories of drinking beers at 15 on Saturday night with the mounted cops. Better days to be a kid.
I was captured in Maine as a sturdy youth by commercially violent Friends, brought to Philadelphia aa a possibly useful worker, and for all the years since, the city has been a place of strange wonderment and excitement to me.
E.G., on my first day in Philadelphia, I met Thatcher Longstreth AND Frank Rizzo. Together. (Top that!) My mind hasn't been the same since. I was blessed to be leaving as Wilson Goode was arriving. Through a strange concatenation of events, I was last in the shadow of Billy Penn on the morning of 9/11.