Chinatown, Philadelphia – This is one of those communities that might not be long for this world. Philadelphia’s Chinatown seems in a perennial fight for survival from the interests of the city’s business and political establishment, which over the years have chipped away at Chinatown as a viable community or sought to exploit residents for commercial gain.
Located in the Center City district of Philadelphia, the area is a stark contrast to the blocks that envelop it. Bound in by the Vine Expressway to the north, a convention center to the west, the Gallery Mall to the south, a transit… Continue Reading Tag Archives: Philadelphia
Chinatown, Philadelphia
Chinatown, Philadelphia – This is one of those communities that might not be long for this world. Philadelphia’s Chinatown seems in a perennial fight for survival from the interests of the city’s business and political establishment, which over the years have chipped away at Chinatown as a viable community or sought to exploit residents for commercial gain.
Located in the Center City district of Philadelphia, the area is a stark contrast to the blocks that envelop it. Bound in by the Vine Expressway to the north, a convention center to the west, the Gallery Mall to the south, a transit… Continue Reading The Vagaries of Suburban Life and Corporate Work
Haverford Township, PA – That I made it back to Philly isn’t perfectly true. In fact, I haven’t stepped foot in the city since I’ve been back. The closest I came was last Friday evening when I ended up accidentally at 69th Street Station, in Upper Darby, just shy of the city line.
But let’s back up so I can explain my route. The shuttle bus servicing Great Valley Commons – a sprawling complex of bland commercial space, big parking lots, greened up with saplings and sod – carries me to the Paoli Train Station from Malvern. There I… Continue Reading General Happenings at The Feral Scribe
Today is Labor Day, which for many of us spells the end of summer. School begins, vacations end and we begin prepping ourselves for the trappings of winter. I’m spending the day in Madison, WI, waiting for repairs to be made on Purple Thunder, my trusty van that appears to have a rogue wire grounding out somewhere. In the last three weeks I’ve had to replace a battery that was less than a year old, as well as a fuel pump that fizzled out. I was on my way back to Philadelphia when my brake lights, blinkers and speedometer puttered… Continue Reading 
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