The Day the Music Died in a Village on the Edge of Philadelphia (May 31, 2020)
A last defiant effort to keep the music alive was interrupted by a curfew.
The day the music died in a village on the edge of Philadelphia, Chestnut Hill. COVID and civil unrest were tearing up Philadelphia.
Two years earlier, our condo in Center City on the corner of Spruce and 11th Street. It was in the flight path of helicopters bringing patients to emergency rooms of a number of hospitals and it was very difficult to get much sleep. While working at my desk, I regularly looking out the window on the corner of Spruce and 11th Street to get some needed distraction. I witnessed a garbage truck make an illegal turn at a confusing corner and kill a young woman bicyclist. Or maybe she was ignoring a red light. I don’t recall how it was finally decided. Then my favorite barber on 11th street had a fierce gun battle with someone who came to collect the rent. Our condo lost a tax rebate that was awarded after it was rebuilt after a fire. The condo fees soared because our roof leaked and needed repair.
We sold our condo, thinking we might only rent somewhere quie…