Monday, May 31, 2010

YOGURT WARS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!


Let the Yogurt Wars begin! A Battle Royale is brewing at 7th and Montana between "TCBY" -- which for years has been the only yogurt shop on Montana -- and "Menchies," a trendy, new upstart that just moved-in across the street. For years, locals have complained about TCBY and its "take it or leave it attitude." "They measure each cup like its gold, as if it kills them to give you any extra ... and they're always nasty," said one customer. Then came Menchies, which lets customers serve themselves, including a choice of literally dozens of toppings, for 49-cents an ounce, plus $1 for a freshly-baked waffle cone. Menchies also draws people in with a party-like atmosphere. For weeks, Menchies has been mobbed and TCBY has been empty ... but now TCBY is fighting back. First came a sign on the window promoting "99 cent sugar cones with an Instant Smile." Then came a daily special. And now, just in time for Memorial Day, they've rolled out an all-new "All You Can Eat" special for only $5. I couldn't help noticing this afternoon that it attracted two people (my neighbors, who were letting their kids go back for thirds). Conversely, it was standing room only at Menchies, where you had to wait your turn to serve yourself, plus there was a long line-up at the cash register and every seat was taken, both inside and out. So, which chain will we be mourning next Memorial Day? Something tells me TCBY had better step-up its game or Menchies is going to knock them on their dairy-air ...!

BIRDS OF A FEATHER ... AT PALISADES PARK!


There are a lot of Strange Birds at 7th and Montana, but the one I ran into last night at Palisades Park deserves a place at the top of the pecking order. There I was, minding my own business, just out for a stroll, when I stumbled across a bright red Scarlet Macaw perched at the edge of the bluffs. "Rrrrack, Rrrrack ... get back!," it squawked. It rotated its head nearly 180-degrees in my direction and glared at me through beady, little eyes. "You'd better watch it, she's mean!," said a man behind me. "You don't have to tell me twice," I replied. The bird stepped onto the man's arm, waddled her way towards his head and began whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "We've bonded," he explained, "We go everywhere together. She hates everyone else. I've tried introducing her to male macaws but she'll have nothing to do with them. She only has eyes for me!" He caressed her feathers and smiled suggestively. I left before he could break into a rousing chorus of "I love you, a bushel and a peck ...!"

Sunday, May 30, 2010

MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!


The Yentls went mental at 7th and Montana yesterday at the prospect of a budding, young romance between babies Ben and Rosemary. Ever since the two were spotted canoodling in front of Our Favorite Starbucks two weeks ago, rumors have been flying about their long-term prospects. "I hear he went to Jared's," said one source close to the situation. Others have their doubts. I just hope his first words aren't 'Uncle Governator.' Speaking of which, Arnold himself made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning, nearly breaking the speed limit in his zippy, silver Porsche ...!

Saturday, May 29, 2010

SAMMY SITAR CHANGES HIS TUNE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

The crowd at 7th and Montana was agog this morning as "Sammy Sitar" -- the local loon who just two weeks ago seemed intent on impressing us all with his taste in Indian music -- changed his tune. He made the scene, as usual, pushing a baby carriage filled with garbage, but today -- before our very eyes -- he changed the tape in his boom box from his usual Sitar Symphony to a Mexican Mariachi number. "Whatever you do, don't make eye contact," muttered Neighbor Richard, but duty called. I whipped out my Spycam and pointed it in "Sammy's" direction. That was all the incentive he needed. He reached into a garbage bag, pulled out a slightly used enchilada and tried to auction it off to the highest bidder. Poor Sammy. If he really wanted to curry favor, he'd offer us all some Lamb Vindaloo ...!

Friday, May 28, 2010

A TOUR THROUGH TIME ... AT PENN!


My flight home from Philadelphia was delayed more than six hours yesterday ... and that turned out to be a good thing. It gave me the time I needed to visit my Alma Matter, the University of Pennsylvania, for the first time in nearly 25 years. Penn is a great school, and one of the first true Universities in the country. It was established by Ben Franklin in 1740 and his spirit lives on in the statue pictured above, which sits on the college green in the center of the campus.



When I was a student, I volunteered as a campus tour guide for the admissions office, so I was eager to see if I could retrace my old steps. I made a beeline for where our tours used to meet, at College Hall, and was pleased to see that everything still looked familiar. In fact, College Hall might look familiar to you, too. Another alumnus, the famous cartoonist Charles Addams, used the building as the basis for Gomez and Morticia's house in "The Addams Family."

I continued on to one of my favorite buildings on the campus, the Furness Library. Furness was always a quiet, inspiring place to study, but its style -- a blend of Roman and Moorish architecture -- was what attracted me the most. I used to love climbing what I called the "stairway to nowhere," a grand staircase of wood and iron which dominates the lobby but gets smaller and narrower as it twists and turns its way to the top of the tower pictured above. When you finally reach the top, you're left standing on a small platform, suspended hundreds of feet in the air, facing a brick wall. I tried climbing to the top yesterday, only to learn that they've blocked-off access to the uppermost level. And that wasn't the only change. After nearly 120 years, they've changed the name of the building from "Furness" -- after the man who designed it -- to "The Fisher Fine Arts Library." I guess money talks.

Locust Walk is the main pedestrian thoroughfare which runs through the length of the Penn campus. Back when I was a student, all it took was one quick trip up and down Locust Walk to get the latest news and connect with hundreds of friends. Yesterday, however, I felt more like a corporate suit lost in a sea of "youngsters." I ran to the bookstore (only to learn that some Moron moved it from Locust Walk to Walnut Street), bought myself a baseball cap and put my blazer in storage at the nearby Hilton. Now I was ready to continue, disguised as an "insider."

I continued my tour until I got to Phi Kappa Sigma, the fraternity known as "Skull House." It was always at this point in my tours that some acquaintances -- classmates who knew my tour schedule -- would lean out the upper story windows and yell "Penn Stinks ... Go to Princeton!" I'd always make a joke out of it, preparing the prospective freshmen on the tour by telling them to block their ears, "don't pay any attention to what you're about to hear" and etc. I guess every campus needs its Animal House.

On the opposite end of the housing spectrum was Hill House, a closed community where people pretty much lived and studied together, designed by the architect Aero Saarinen in 1960 to resemble a modern-day fortress. You even have to cross a draw-bridge to get inside. At this point in the tour, I always used to knock on doors at random to give the prospective freshmen and their parents an idea of what a dorm room looked like. I'll never forget the time when, after knocking unsuccessfully on a few doors, I finally found someone who answered: A guy with stringy brown hair hanging down to his waist, wearing no shirt, no shoes and a pair of purple pajama bottoms. He was smoking pot and blew a large cloud directly into my tour group. "Hiya, folks!," he said. I slammed the door in his face and said, "I guess that's why they call it a Higher Education!" Apparently, the tours today are more tightly organized. The receptionist at Hill House told me that these days, the University sends pre-selected Hill House Greeters to meet the tour groups and bring them to pre-approved dorm rooms. I like my way, better.


Somewhere between the craziness of Skull House and the eccentricities of Hill House is "the Quadrangle." Known as the first university dorm in the United States, the Quad was built in 1895 and modeled after the Tudor styles at Cambridge. When I was a student, the Quad was mainly used as freshman housing and you were assigned to a room based on a lottery system. Today, the Quad is divided into four separate "houses" -- Community, Goldberg, Spruce and Ware -- and, if I understand correctly, a computer places you into one of the houses based on your interests.

Next-up was a trip to my old stomping grounds, the Communications School. I majored in Communications so this was where I had most of my classes. The school -- and the building -- were funded entirely by Neighbor Charlie's family. I'll have to remember to thank him one of these days.

I concluded my visit with a trip to Franklin Field, Penn's historic football field and home of the Quakers. The stadium opened in 1895. It's the site of the nation's first scoreboard, the first football radio broadcast and the first football telecast. Back when I went there, thousands of people would crowd into Franklin field for every game and pelt the opposition with slices of toast. One of the traditional Penn songs -- called "Drink a Highball" -- ends with the words "Here's a toast to dear old Penn." That last line, sung in unison by a frenzied crowd, was always our cue to throw entire loaves of toast on the field. Wonder Bread was our weapon of choice. Today, those words -- like a fine wine -- really have matured with age. Here's a toast to dear old Penn, and to my parents for sending me there ...!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

CRACKED AND MORE CRACKED ... IN PHILADELPHIA!


Philadelphia is steeped in history. Everywhere you look, there are plaques commemorating historic milestones. Take the corner of Chestnut and Juniper, for example. This was the site where America's oldest surviving photograph was taken on September 25, 1839. Flash forward more than 170 years and what do you have? Me, my Spycam and "Murray the Moron." Look closely at the photo above, and you might notice that "Murray" was harboring a soft drink in his groin. There he stood -- on the very spot where the first photo was taken in the United States -- balancing what looked like a plastic bottle of lemonade -- or perhaps it was a urine sample -- between his legs and laughing like a hyena. He looked like an executive on his lunch break, but he was obviously cracked ...!


Speaking of cracked, no visit to Philadelphia would be complete without a trip to the Liberty Bell. I made a beeline there after my meetings ended today. Legend has it the Liberty Bell was used to summon the citizens of Philadelphia for the very first public reading of the Declaration of Independence on July 8, 1776. The bell itself has been cracked ever since its first "test" ringing when it arrived in Philadelphia in 1752. But what do you expect ... they only paid 100 pounds for it!



I made a quick stop at Independence Hall -- where the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution were debated and adopted -- and continued walking due East through the city's cultural district, towards the waterfront and Delaware River.


I walked across Penn's Landing until I got to the Nina and the Pinta. Yes, it was that Nina and Pinta. Life-sized replicas of Columbus' ships are docked right near the Korean and Vietnam War Memorials and just across the river from New Jersey. Columbus never had it so good!


I finished my walk with a stroll through Society Hill, a neighborhood of quiet, tree-lined streets and rowhouses dating from the 1700's. Many of the homes here belonged to notable figures in the American Revolution and everyday tradesmen who no doubt prospered -- like their neighbor Benjamin Franklin -- by going early to bed and being early to rise. One thing's for sure, I doubt any of them hid plastic bottles of lemonade in their groin ...!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

FUSION CONFUSION ... IN PHILADELPHIA


Philadelphia is known as the City of Brotherly Love. That's why I wasn't surprised to find "the Love Park" -- otherwise known as JFK Plaza -- right near my hotel. The Love Park is right in front of the City Hall and features Robert Indiana's famous "Love Statue" and a decorative fountain. Don't ask me what goes on in the Love Park ... I was only there for a few minutes this morning on my way to the Comcast Center.
Comcast Center is the tallest building in Philadelphia. It's 58-stories tall and offers commanding views of the whole city. I especially liked the lobby, which features an atrium where ten life-sized statues of pedestrians and businessmen appear to be walking on metallic beams suspended overhead.


Also in the lobby, directly over the reception desk, is a massive, 84-foot tall, 2,000 square-foot LCD screen which plays a series of incredible, lifelike video images 18-hours a day. For example, today I saw the lobby transformed into a tropical oasis, a modern artwork and a dance hall, complete with acrobatic dancers who looked like they were doing a tango atop the elevator bank.

Speaking of artwork, I had dinner under the shadow of an enormous Buddha. Yes, it was another evening of Asian-Fusian cuisine, this time at a fancy restaurant called Buddakan. I guess they call it Fusion cuisine because by the time I leave Philadelphia it will feel as if a pair of chopsticks has been fused to my hands ...!