So today I decided to play tourist in Philly by taking a duck tour. It was a blast! Captain Fred quacked (err, cracked) me up - "If we need to evacuate, I'll go first to make sure it's safe. Yeah, a captain goes down with his ship, but this is a duck! And have you ever heard a captain goes down with his duck? I didn't think so." Either he was really that funny, or I was so sleep-deprived he seemed far more amusing than he really was - I leave you to ponder.The duck criss-crossed the historic square mile, going past a lot of sights I've walked past but not paid a lot of attention to, as well as taking me to parts of town I hadn't gotten around to visiting yet. Note to self: South Street contains a lot more than the Trader Joe's....
To round off the evening, I'm watching the Angels-Yankees game. Not because I particularly care about the World Series, but I'd kind of like to know who the Phillies fans are going to be burning in effigy outside my house come Halloween. And I wouldn't want to accidentally wear the wrong colors to work next week...!
