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About Philadelphia

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, let me rap about the neighborhoods. Check out Old Town on Lancaster Street. I hang there loads – relaxation guru style – finding hidden Zen amidst the chaos. And man, Greendale, oh man, those narrow lanes and funky cafés are killer. I once sat by that mural on 2nd Ave – ya know, the one splashed with wild colors that look like they came from a dream. Bro, I got chills!

Fred Marion Hooper Obituary February 1, 2025