Last week was my birthday and on Saturday, JT, T and I set off for a little adventure in Philadelphia. We listened to a soundtrack of Elton John songs on the way, arriving at Philadelphia Freedom just in time. Bam!
Though we live less than two hours from the city and I’ve lived in this corner of the world for more than 10 years, I’ve never taken the time explore the well-known historical sights of Philadelphia. Last weekend’s adventure was an effort to remedy that oversight. We had a look at the Liberty Bell, which JT declared to be awfully small. We were too late to get tickets to see Independence Hall but we could peer in the windows.
We did have the chance to walk through the door of Carpenter’s Hall, where the First Continental Congress was held. That was awfully thrilling for the history geek in me. Independence Hall is important, of course, but at Carpenter’s Hall, the whole business of revolution got started. I enjoyed the thought of the rebels walking through the doorway to a whole new future.
We saw the Ben Franklin Museum and dropped by the Reading Terminal Market for an early supper. JT tried his hand at Rocky-like feats as preparation for the coming wrestling season.