We’re Shopping

When I was a kid, Black Friday was almost a holiday onto itself. My Italian, South Philadelphia-raised mother relocated to Jersey when she got married, but approximately once a season, she managed to take us kids to Philadelphia to shop even though she didn’t have a driver’s license. Growing up in Philly, driving was not a necessity. She got to work from her home in South Philadelphia to her job on Walnut Street in Center City via Trolley. For our seasonal shopping trip, my sister and I were not so lucky. We took the Greyhound bus and to this day I get nauseous thinking about it. Oh, but the end result was the reward!   No-shop here…