What a trip to walk into Sonny's, a narrow strip restaurant with cooking along one wall, seating around the edges, and bathrooms in the back. The employees wear shirts that say 'Sonny's" on the front and "Bite Me" on the back. They whirl around so fast you hardly wait 5 minutes between placing your order and snarfing down that first delicious bite of smooth cheese whiz, caramelized onions, and beef. Cheese Whiz? OMG, that's just gross. Or so I thought. The sign said that was the original and authentic sandwich, so in the interest of historical research I bought that version of it. Actually it was juicy, rich, sweet (the onions), and perfect. I didn't add a thing, not even a shake of salt.
Waddling down the sidewalks later.......
Actors were everywhere. Men and a few women dressed up as colonial people telling about their place. A man was in the Free Quaker's Meeting house discoursed on the Quaker religion in a high-brow tone, another fellow in a tri-cornered hat played music on a hammered dulcimer in the visitor's center, a "Signer" of the Declaration of Independence was on hand to answer questions at Independence hall.
|The little boy sat fascinated for the longest time.|
Philly is full of art, as might be expected. The Rodin was closed for renovations, so I was glad to have seen it when I did. There are murals everywhere, and works of art abound. On the corner of Market and 5th street there was a wonderful new sculpture that reminded me of The Bean in Chicago, the surface is so reflective.
|Almost a butterfly|
|The furniture upon which the Declaration of|
Independence was signed.
Franklin, several other signers, and Betsy Ross are buried in a graveyard across the street from the Free Quaker's Meeting house. Betsy Ross and her husband were members there, and supported the war, which forced them to break away from the traditional Quaker's who didn't support any kind of violence, hence the Free Quakers. People throw pennies onto Franklin's grave, acknowledging his admonition: A penny saved is a penny earned. A sign said those pennies amount to several hundred dollars used to support the maintenance of the graveyard every year. Many of the headstones are silent now, eroded beyond recognition by acid rain.
|What a sad statement about life long ago. Eleven|
children preceded these parents in death.