I only yesterday realized the extent of the flooding that's been going on in Philadelphia and the surrounding area. (Without cable, nor a proper antenna for the TV, Mike and I aren't even able to watch the broadcast channels. And while I saw the rain coming down, I didn't realize how bad it had become. Hey, I live on a hill. How was I supposed to know? OK, OK, I'm out of touch.) Yesterday, we took a walk alongside the Schuylkill River in Fairmount Park, and here is what we saw.

(I got a new digital camera, hooray!) For more, go to my Flickr page, to which I will now be posting more frequently.

The Independence Day celebration has begun in our fair City of Brotherly Love. After the walk last night, we happened upon the art museum, upon whose front steps was playing the film "Rocky." Suffice it to say that it was surreal to watch Stallone raise his arms in triumph at the very place we were sitting, looking at the very same view we were looking at. (Granted, there were no skyscrapers back then, so the city looked quite different.)

Lionel Richie will be playing an Independence Day concert at the art museum. Oh, how I miss parties in Apartment 24! "Dancing on the Ceiling" somehow would always get played. That, and Hall and Oates, who are, in fact, from Philly.

Speaking of Apartment 24, a friend in Columbus told me that Berkeley Commons on Lane and High are in the process of being bulldozed. Ouch.