Philly Bound

The day is done, but the early night is young. We punched the clock for Thirsty Thursday and bounced through the back of the building. 1967 Pla$ticville is within a crow's flight to the City of Brotherly Love. This is the year, Wilt the Stilt, Hal Greer and a cast of Dream Team characters are gonna make Philly explode. We hopped the evening train from Pla$ticville to Philly. One stop short of the Sixers at Convention Hall, we got off the rattler and jumped the rails. You can do that in the Sixties, especially when you want to pregame before a Sixer game. The streets are hot with excitement. On the train trip, the fellas and I talked about Brokerage Accounts and Roth IRA's but after a few brews, the talk moves to the old days. It surfaces around our love of the game and the love of a night in Philly.