I didn’t get a chance to go to the Live8 concert on Saturday (Amy and I were at her parents’ in
This time, before, during, and after, Philly represented well. In the days leading up to the concert, it was all people were talking about. Co-workers and classmates of mine were making plans to meet up at various places. The morning of, I took a bike ride deep into Wissahickon Creek and stopped for a breather next to a man brushing his dogs. As I was leaving, he asked me, “You going to the concert?” I realized then how big this thing was for the city, that it would bring everyone together like that.
Again, I was outside of the city during the concert, but by all accounts, the concertgoers conducted themselves superbly. There were no major unruly incidents, people helped each other to water and aid stations, and a whole mix of ages and races partied hearty.
As for the aftermath, I made sure my run this morning got me to the
As I neared the Art Museum from City Hall, vendors and event people were setting up for yet another concert, the one that always precedes the big fireworks show on the Fourth of July. I whizzed past the people dutifully setting up stages and sound equipment and booths, crossed the Spring Garden Bridge back into West Philadelphia, and headed home, proud of my city for hosting such a great global event, and then doing such a good job of cleaning up afterwards, and then getting it all set up all over again.
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