I don't really know why I included this cesspool of a city. The history and landmarks are guarded over like prisoners. A three hour stopover was enough time to take the train and see the pride and joy of colonialism, the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. Also, enough graffiti to fill a library. This wasn't the first time I had been here but the other visit was not as a sightseer but as a combatant.
In nearby Norristown, my Mother and seven other peace activists hammered on first strike nose cones in a GE plant in a symbolic gesture against nuclear weapons. They would later become known as the "Plowshares 8." I attended the trial there and learned that my Mother was the bravest woman I will ever know. The words "Philadelphia Freedom" have more meaning to me and my family than you will ever know.