I am not a city girl...
no way-no how.
In fact, I really don't like Philadelphia at all.
This just happens to be where I live
because Center City Philadelphia
is where my husband works.
Thankfully, we don't actually
live within the city limits.
My kids are getting a more than decent education
in a suburban district. Yay!
And don't get me started on
City Wage Tax.
It is the large tax my husband gets to pay
for the privilege of working in the city.
The tax he gets to pay...
without getting any representation.
Yeah...Like I said,
"Don't get me started."
Or, the reason I don't buy anything in Philadelphia?
You have to pay an extra 2% sales tax.
No thank-you dear Philly, I'll leave the city for all my purchases.
Now that my crankiness is vented,
there are a few bright spots in the city;
if you look past all the trash lining the streets.
Philadelphia claims one of the largest collections
of public art in the form of murals.
That's pretty cool.
At least it hides all the graffiti.
And then there is the history.
I love the history of Philadelphia.
And the history
brings me to the beautiful architecture!
that takes me right back to my rant.
Because many beautiful, vintage buildings
It is a sad state for Philadelphia's history.
there is local interest in saving
the beautiful Divine Lorraine.
But who knows,
it may end up like the
Buck Hosiery Building,
which recently cost two fire-fighters their lives.
Gee, I wasn't intending on being so grumpy today.