I grew up in a very special place. It wasn’t affluent or particularly picturesque. But, in many ways, it was beautiful. There was hardship and heartbreak there, but also love and affection and happy, happy times. It was a complicated place, a working-class section of one of America’s most important-and most misrepresented and misunderstood-cities. Like Rodney Dangerfield, Philly often gets no respect. But it is where America started-it was the birthplace of our nation, and I’m proud that it was my home.

Because I have so much to write-and so much already written-about South Philly, I thought I should have a separate site for that writing. Some of the material is universal, some esoteric. But I feel that I can write more freely about it if it were on a different site. I would be happy if you would check it out as it grows and let me know what you think.

You can find it here: http://southphillysaga.wordpress.com/

Thanks so much and Happy New Year!

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2 thoughts on “South Philly Saga

  1. Carol,
    I’m 6 years older than you but we have much in common. I went to catholic school too (Incarnation) in Olney. My first concert was The Band at the Spectrum in 1971. Saw them four times. Saw Rick twice, once at the Bijou Cafe, Richard was with him that night and once in Pipersville.I saw Robert Hazard 10 times. I think it is so cool that you got to work with Rick. The two times I talked to Rick, he was very nice and you could tell that music was his reason for being. I’ve never seen anybody play bass the way he did. I also got to meet Robert and he too was very nice. Music is a very important part of my life also.

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