The last time I was in Philadelphia I witnessed a man kick a violin out of a young female busker's hands as she was sat playing it on a street corner.
It was so bizarre. It was one of those moments when you think out loud, what just happened? And then you stand there across the street, looking around incredulously to see if anyone else had seen a violin fly through the air and land with a crash some feet away from a sobbing, wailing girl. A bunch of people had seen it that quiet Sunday afternoon in Center City, and while most of us simply stood there in shock, a bike messenger went after the aggressor, who had brazenly walked on down the street. Bike messenger guy confronted him, and then grabbed the man's briefcase and flung it to the ground in a fit of rage.
Philadelphia is interesting that way.
Yet it shouldn't be, since there is always so much hate one witnesses on the streets of America.
Spending time with my dad and brother for the next few days.
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