Sunday, December 1, 2019

Small Town; Big City

I grew up in a rough-and-tumble neighborhood on the outskirts of Philadelphia.  It wasn’t geographically part of the city, but it was so close that I could walk to the road that divided us and to the transit system that would have me in center city in ten minutes.  My first “official” summer job was in center city Philadelphia. 

It was just a clerical job, mostly filing, but at 15 I felt very grown up taking the Market-Frankford El to 15th Street each morning with all the other ladies in their crisp, summer dresses and high heels.  They were the secretaries to middle-aged businessmen in Brooks Brothers suits who smelled of tobacco and Bay Rum.