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| − | + | {{toplink|url=http://eraserhood.com/|name=eraserhood.com}}'''Eraserhood''' introduces itself with the line, "Twisted Views of a Demented Square Mile", and {{gives}}<blockquote>My first encounter with the Philadelphia neighborhood colorfully referred to as “The Eraserhood” probably occurred a dozen years after Davd Lynch had already departed for less sinister looking environs. A friend from college accepted a job on the bleeding edge of this district, and was proudly taking me to see his new office. Downtown Philadelphia was a radical departure from rural Chester County, PA, where I had spent all of my life up until that time. I was both excited and a bit frightened to be in the midst of what seemed to me, at the time, to be a major manufacturing district. The clarity with which I remember the moment my friend turned his car onto Noble Street from North Broad Street is somewhat shocking to me. I can still feel the fear battling with excitement. I can still hear the sounds those occupied factories were still emitting in that era. The architecture looked totally forbidding to me. At a distant end of the street three stumpy stacks lazily emitted a thin, grey smoke. The street, itself, was paved in cobbles and – especially disturbing to me, for some reason – there were rails down the center of it.</blockquote> | |
| − | + | ==See Also== | |
| + | *[[Local Philadelphia Blogs]] | ||
| − | [[Category:About-Neighborhood]] [[Category:Is-Blog]] [[Category:Issue-Urban_Planning]] | + | [[Category:About-Neighborhood]] |
| + | [[Category:Is-Blog]] | ||
| + | [[Category:Issue-Urban_Planning]] | ||
| + | [[Category:Where-Callowhill]] | ||
Revision as of 01:07, 27 February 2017
Eraserhood introduces itself with the line, "Twisted Views of a Demented Square Mile", and gives the following descriptive information:
My first encounter with the Philadelphia neighborhood colorfully referred to as “The Eraserhood” probably occurred a dozen years after Davd Lynch had already departed for less sinister looking environs. A friend from college accepted a job on the bleeding edge of this district, and was proudly taking me to see his new office. Downtown Philadelphia was a radical departure from rural Chester County, PA, where I had spent all of my life up until that time. I was both excited and a bit frightened to be in the midst of what seemed to me, at the time, to be a major manufacturing district. The clarity with which I remember the moment my friend turned his car onto Noble Street from North Broad Street is somewhat shocking to me. I can still feel the fear battling with excitement. I can still hear the sounds those occupied factories were still emitting in that era. The architecture looked totally forbidding to me. At a distant end of the street three stumpy stacks lazily emitted a thin, grey smoke. The street, itself, was paved in cobbles and – especially disturbing to me, for some reason – there were rails down the center of it.
