Stop #1: Philadelphia
First, a very important PSA for my fellow caffeinated American travelers: Starbucks has closed a number of its airport locations (hopefully temporarily). Love Field in Dallas is one of those locations. I waited in the extra-long, socially-distanced line at Dunkin' Donuts. I ordered a large iced latte. They handed me a veritable vat of milk, coffee, and sugar. My goodness, Dunkin' Donuts! You guys don't mess around. Perhaps you should rename your "large" to "child-size."
Anyhow, on to Philadelphia.
Um, Philadelphia was awesome. Our very first stop was to pick up food. Cheesesteak beckoned, and we answered its delicious, calorie-packed call. I hope you have a higher-than-average number of cardiologists, Philadelphia...because your food is dangerously addictive.
Careese booked us an AirBnB. Wow. She won the AirBnB lottery. Worth noting: this is not usually our luck. Our luck is more often...well...our luck is what you would imagine our luck would be with a van called "Struggle Bus." Our luck is terrible. Not this time. Behold, our home for the night.
If you're ever in Philly (and you really should be at some point), I recommend staying at the Alisar House. Book here: https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/31539481. Thank me later. It was wonderful. We spent the evening chatting with the owners while our younger kids ran around the massive backyard catching fireflies. No one glanced at a phone or electronic device of any kind for the entire evening. God bless America...and the delightful owners of this place.
The next day, we talked history (and pseudo history thanks to the movie National Treasure) with the kids as we walked around Independence Park. My four-year-old stole 17 cents or so from atop the grave of Benjamin Franklin. He was very unhappy when I made him put it back. On the bright side, at least I caught him before he walked away with pocketfuls of tribute money intended for the dead. I don't really believe in karma, but I'm pretty sure nothing good comes from robbing the grave of one of America's Founding Fathers.
(Note the conspicuous absence of change within reaching distance.)
From there, it was off to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Like most places, it was closed for COVID. No matter, we weren't there for the art. We were there for one reason and one reason only: to run up 72 triumphant steps and do this.
All in all, stop one was fantastic. We masked up. We ate. We history-ed. We gave away a couple Struggle Bus books. We rapped.
Allow me to start you off....
"In west Philadelphia born and raised..."
If you were a child of the 1980s, you can't not finish that sentence.
On to stop #2.....drumroll.....Wilmington, Delaware.