I’ve walked many, many miles throughout my life. When I was in high school, I’d routinely walk through Pennypack Park, from the Frankford Avenue Bridge to Pine Road and back, an easy 20 miles. That Frankford Avenue Bridge, by the way, was built in 1697 and is, according to Wikipedia, the oldest surviving roadway bridge in the U.S. Back in colonial times, it was an installment on what was then called the King’s Highway.
Anyway, walking has always been my favorite mode of transportation. After all, it’s just you making your way through the world. You and the world in harmony. And you’re walking at the world’s pace. What can beat that?
And you notice things. Over time you get to know the buildings, corners, statues, restaurants. Thinking about them now, so many years later, you remember how you felt, as you walked past them, dreaming of your future.
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