I know my father was a decent rugby player and an accomplished boxer during his national service, but I’m not really sure where his reverence for the world’s greatest distance runners emanated from.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us ...
Ever since Coronavirus, Covid-19, the Rona, or whatever you want to call it, came into our lives, things have been different – drastically different. Every day has become a collection of disconnected socially awkward moments with once simple tasks becoming a massive ball ache to achieve.
Man, oh man. Turn on your vintage John Mayer albums (yes, he's now vintage), and let's talk about these books that will help you survive your quarter-life crisis.
The Philadelphia food scene is very sophisticated, when not in a world pandecmic you need a reservation at just about any place, espically since some restaurants have few tables, like less then 10! There are also tons of BYOB places, meaning they are very food foward and will only serve you flat or sparkling water. Honestly you could live in Philadelphia your whole life and rarely have to repeat a resturant.
