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Using the Uber app in the city of brothers

  • 30 September 2014

Advertisement for Uber, The Thinker, my sister and daughter and all things about love in Philadelphia   My loving sister who lives in Philadelphia first city of America             city of a thousand trees and slim pretty streets where window boxes spill with flowers and 4th of July flags and people gather on pavement chairs tipped out doorways over high front stairs terrace-house knees negotiating close as the tree limbs colonnading speak brotherly love drink sisterly wines on hot Friday nights   My sister I was saying has the Uber app on her phone we used it twice when we visited right now I’m started… she Uber’d to get us round the corner me, husband Lloyd and grandson Caspar from Parkway Apartments art deco with a hint of gothic flair in Logan Square to terrace house digs in sweet Meredith heart of the arts quarter where Rocky at the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art is hot property the city’s latest addition to its statue collection               as I was saying enlivened by our exciting reunion with our daughter Alex and granddaughter Olivia down from Canada on that first evening at my sister’s we and Caspar wafted one with the lift that once carried education board people out to the marble edge of Winter St and elegant Pennsylvania Avenue where classical trees loftily mind the people below who stop by Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’ and those mesmerised by the art at the Barnes Foundation who come out bearing Cezanne apple and pear candle fruit mementos that make fools of customs officers at airports  – ha! and bring postcards of Matisse and Picasso riches home for mantel pieces               High classical trees that cool people who visit the science museum of Benjamin Franklin in the summer season and who loll on the grass with homeless people like lionesses while grand children play on the swans and the giant First Nation people at Logan Circle               but re my sister and Uber our light toes had barely reached the pavement our hearts one with the hot American night when our Uber appeared a black Chevvy sculpture a mere click of the fingers from there to here Denzel Washington quipped hubby later was the driver tall as a Pennsylvania night and lustrous as a god we were fated to be in possession of for a moment gave reason to later
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