We’re out here partying while watching the end of the game on our phones
Chants of F the Chiefs fill the streets.
They’re still dancing here in Philly. The sound of “F the Chiefs” chants is loud.
Tons of people are pouring onto Broad Street. Confetti is being thrown. Philly Elmo and his drum line are keeping the party going. One drunk woman approached the drum line and yelled “Stop! We lost!! Stop this!”
Cops are still smoking their celebratory cigars.
Overheard on Broad: “It’s still Philly!”
Ben Franklin gets down on Broad Street.
“You’re always gonna have ups and downs any time you play this game. We still got to support our team. We don’t drop support because they lost. We still out here celebrating because we’re still the Bird Gang.” Jamel Fanning, 40, of Southwest Philly.
They’re singing to “Don’t Stop Believing” out here.
But there is nary a pole climber in sight. It really is a celebratory thing only here in Philly.
Not going to let those confetti poppers go to waste!
Just heard an announcement for the crowd to disperse.
Mekenzie Voglino, 27, and Alexis Whyte, 26, came to Broad in their “It’s a Philly thing” shirts.
“We’re sad. We had to come do a public grieving,” Voglino said. “We’re devastated between this and the Phillies.”
“But them playing till the end was a Philly thing,” said Whyte.
People are out here taking photos with the cops who are about to push them out.
People are still out here spraying bottles of champagne, shooting off fireworks and popping confetti. There’s people in eagles costumes, a guy in a banana costume and a dancing Ben Franklin. There’s mourning for sure, but nothing but love for this team. It was a good run.
Like the Eagles, she did not make it all the way to the top.
Overheard: “Come back to this street. It’s fun as f—-.”
That’s like some Italian Market Fest pole climbing.
I’ve never been more proud than I am today to work for a newspaper that was bought not just by a billionaire, but a true philanthropist, who so valued journalism - the only profession expressly protected by the U.S. Constitution - that he created a nonprofit to entrust us to. 🧵
As H.F. Gerry Lenfest himself once said:
“What would the city be without the Inquirer and the Daily News? Of all the things I've done, this is the most important. Because of the journalism.”
On Friday, as news of Bezos pulling the WaPo’s presidential endorsement spread, our editorial board at @PhillyInquirer made its endorsement without fear.
This is the door to the Yamatorium and the man behind it, artist Steven Erdman, who created this absurdist experience in the basement of his West Philly home. These photos are in the “waiting room.”
Here, you see the Yam Boy I mention in my column and you see Steven pretend to take a call on his yamophone (it was a wrong number).
He was on from the minute we walked in the door and never turned off. He broke into song 5 times, had 3 costume changes and many personas.
Two weeks ago, I posted a thread on Twitter about a Philly community center that found a locked mystery safe and needed help (for free) getting it opened.
Today, because of the help of lots of awesome Philadelphians, the safe was cracked open and I was there (a thread)
The tip about the safe came to me from my colleague @ByChrisBrennan, who saw the Old Pine Community Center post about it on Nextdoor & sent the post my way.
"Saw this on the Nextdoor app and immediately wondered what a Farr report about this would read like," he wrote me.
I called the center's executive director, Mark Atwood, who told me they'd sought locksmiths to open the safe, but all estimates were out of their price range.
I offered to put the word out on Philly Twitter to see if they could find a volunteer. Atwood approved.
They were able to connect with people (keeping the who on the DL for the moment) to open the safe as a result of someone seeing my previous thread and DMing me a suggestion so yay for Philly Twitter!!!
Updates to come.
I feel like I should maybe bring a fake mustache with me in case I turn out to be Geraldo Rivera opening Al Capone's empty vault.
A Philly community center has an old-fashioned mystery on their hands and they're seeking someone in the Philly area with the knowledge and devices (blow torches? industrial drills?) who would be willing to volunteer their time to bust open a safe (a thread):
Staff at the community center (which for now shall go unnamed so people don't show up at their door with blow torches) discovered the safe in the back of a closet last month. Nobody knows how long it has been there. It'd been turned around so people couldn't see the front...
....so nobody knew it was a safe. They just assumed it was a rusted mechanical device with wheels they couldn't move for many years.
But when a junk removal company came in & a very large man finally got it to budge, the staff realized they had a mystery safe on their hands.