Phicklephilly 2 is the sequel to the best-selling book, Phicklephilly: One Man’s Journey to Find Love in Philadelphia.
In the first book, our hero returned to the city in search of the perfect girlfriend. It was a funny, and sometimes heart-wrenching tale of a man trying to navigate the pitfalls of the modern dating world. After two failed relationships, he turns to online dating. He goes on several crazy dates but finally finds a woman he really likes. She’s a bright, unique beauty, but like all relationships, they face several challenges.
Phicklephilly 2 continues his journey and walks you through what it’s like being in a relationship and the dynamics that play out inside of city living. But several factors work against them both at every step. Will the couple survive the pitfalls and demands of being in an exclusive committed relationship?
He doesn’t always do what’s right, but neither does she. This is his own intimate story of what that’s been like for him. Join him to see if he wins… or loses again. There are always three sides to every story. His side, her side… and the truth.
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In the heart of Lawndale, a small enclave in the suburbs of Philadelphia, the summer of 1969 brought with it the enchantment of carefree afternoons. The neighborhood streets echoed with the laughter and chatter of girls playing jump rope, hopscotch, and a myriad of outdoor games beneath the warm, golden sun.
A group of friends, led by the spirited Jane, gathered in the middle of Magee Street, where the asphalt became their canvas for hopscotch adventures. Chalk in hand, they meticulously drew the numbered squares, each one a portal to a world of imagination and friendly competition. The click-clack of stones against the pavement, accompanied by giggles and cheers, created a symphony of nostalgic delight.
Jump ropes, with their handles worn from countless twirls, became the catalyst for rhythmic chants and synchronized jumps. Deneen and Margie took turns showcasing their agility, their faces beaming with the thrill of each successful hop. The neighborhood echoed with the familiar tunes of rhymes passed down through generations, creating a timeless soundtrack to these idyllic summer days.
Lawndale’s streets transformed into a playground, where innocence thrived and friendships blossomed. Sidewalks became racetracks for enthusiastic bike races, and the distant jingle of the ice cream truck became a siren’s call, prompting a chorus of eager voices and the jingling of spare change.
Underneath the shade of towering maple trees, the girls gathered on their front steps, their mothers’ homemade lemonade cooling them from the inside out. They shared dreams, whispered secrets, and reveled in the simplicity of a summer day spent outdoors.
As the sun began its descent, the mothers called from porches, signaling the approaching dinner hour. Reluctantly, the girls dispersed, their laughter lingering in the air like a sweet melody.
Lawndale, in the summer of the 60s and 70s, was a haven where the sidewalks became canvases, and the streets transformed into stages for the timeless games that knit together the fabric of childhood memories. And so, the echoes of laughter and the rustle of jump ropes would linger, carried on the warm evening breeze, a testament to the enduring magic of those cherished Lawndale summers.
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Here is the complete collection of all of the Crazy Dating Stories books in one anthology. If you like reading about true stories about dates from hell, then you’re in for a treat. I dare you not to laugh at these insane tales from my life in the dating world over the last 30 years.
Sometimes funny, sometimes stomach-churning, it’s all here in its uncensored glory for your reading pleasure! You’ve been warned!
In “CRAZY DATING STORIES,” embark on a rollercoaster journey through the unpredictable landscape of modern romance. Brace yourself for a whirlwind of hilarious mishaps, unexpected connections, and jaw-dropping encounters that will leave you laughing, cringing, and nodding in empathetic understanding.
As our intrepid author navigates the wild world of dating, you’ll find yourself immersed in tales of comical misunderstandings, awkward encounters, and heartwarming moments of connection. From disastrous blind dates to unexpected serendipity, these stories will have you questioning the very nature of love and human connection. But “CRAZY DATING STORIES” isn’t just about the misadventures; it’s a journey of self-discovery.
Along the way, you’ll witness our author’s growth, resilience, and the enduring hope that keeps them diving headfirst into the dating pool, no matter how many curveballs life throws their way.
So, prepare to laugh, gasp, and perhaps even shed a tear as you delve into the pages of this candid, entertaining, and ultimately heartwarming collection of dating escapades. “CRAZY DATING STORIES” is a testament to the enduring spirit of those who dare to seek love in the face of chaos.
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In the early spring of 1973, a group of adventurous boys from Lawndale set out on a quest to explore the wonders concealed within the lush woods and along the banks of Tookany Creek. Armed with curiosity and a sense of camaraderie, they ventured into nature’s playground on a warm and sunny day. The woods, just beyond the familiar streets of Lawndale, were a sanctuary of tall trees, their branches reaching skyward like cathedral spires.
The air was tinged with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers as the boys followed a narrow trail that led them deeper into the heart of the forest. As they trod on the soft carpet of fallen leaves, their laughter echoed through the woods, accompanied by the distant melody of birdsong.
In their quest for adventure, they stumbled upon hidden clearings, secret hideouts beneath ancient oaks, and the occasional critter scampering away from their curious gazes. The murmuring sound of Tookany Creek beckoned them closer.
As they reached the creek’s edge, the boys marveled at the crystal-clear water, reflecting the azure sky above. Skipping stones across the surface became a competitive art, and the ripples of laughter mirrored the playful dance of the water beneath. Exploration led to discovery, and the boys encountered the wonders of the creek’s ecosystem. Frogs leaped from lily pads, dragonflies flitted through the air like living jewels, and the occasional splash hinted at the presence of fish beneath the surface.
Nature’s symphony played on, and the boys reveled in the harmony of their surroundings. After hours of adventure, the boys found a sunlit clearing beside Tookany Creek to rest and share tales of their explorations. With their imaginations fueled by the mysteries of the woods, they spoke of legendary creatures that might dwell in the shadows and undiscovered treasures hidden beneath the forest floor.
As the day waned, the boys reluctantly made their way back to Lawndale, their pockets filled with rocks, leaves, and the magic of a day well spent in nature’s embrace. The woods behind Lawndale and the serenity of Tookany Creek had become the backdrop for a timeless adventure, etching memories that would remain woven into the fabric of their childhood.
And so, with the setting sun casting long shadows through the trees, the boys of Lawndale returned home, their hearts filled with the joy of discovery and the promise of future escapades in the wonders of the woods.
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This is where it all began! My very first published book!
Love at first swipe! One man’s story of returning to Philadelphia in search of the perfect girlfriend. Will he succeed or fail miserably in his quest to find love in this city?
This is a funny and sometimes heart-wrenching tale of a man trying to navigate the pitfalls of the modern dating world in the city of Philadelphia in the mid-2000s.
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Reviewed in the United States on February 18, 2020
I love this teaser. I found Phicklephilly online when he first started blogging, and I have not been disappointed. He had me at the post where he was hanging out with a beautiful woman he works with and having to carry around a large banner from a work event. He’s fun, thoughtful, and provides lots of life experience advice.
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In the bygone era of the 1970s, the way people approached hydration was markedly different from today’s ubiquitous water culture. Back then, the act of drinking water was refreshingly simple and devoid of the modern obsession we witness in the 21st century.
In the 70s, quenching your thirst was a straightforward affair. You sought out a spigot, found a water fountain, or indulged in the timeless ritual of sipping from the garden hose on a hot summer day. Water consumption wasn’t a constant preoccupation; it was a response to genuine thirst or the need to cool down in the warmth of the sun.
Perhaps part of the shift can be attributed to the rise of the recommendation that humans should consume eight glasses of water a day. This guidance, while well-intentioned, marked a departure from the intuitive approach of drinking when thirsty. The idea of a daily water quota became ingrained in our collective consciousness.
The turning point, however, may have been the advent of bottled water. Companies seized the opportunity to monetize a resource that had always been freely available. Bottled water came with a marketing pitch – the notion that tap water was somehow inadequate or impure. This narrative, despite being a myth, gained traction, and people began to question the quality of the water that flowed effortlessly from their taps.
Contrary to the marketing hype, spigot water or tap water from the average source was, and continues to be, perfectly clean and safe to drink. The shift in perception, fueled by the bottled water industry, contributed to the transformation of a simple act into a complex regimen.
Moreover, the rise of bottled water has had a profound impact on our environment. The plastic waste generated by the millions of water bottles consumed daily is a stark consequence of the commercialization of this essential resource. The very element that sustains life has become entangled in profit-driven practices, creating an environmental challenge that we grapple with today.
As we reflect on the bygone era of the 1970s, where hydration was a natural response to thirst and not a scheduled task, it prompts us to reconsider our relationship with water. Perhaps there’s wisdom in the simplicity of yesteryear, a reminder that the pursuit of profit should not compromise the sanctity of a resource essential to life itself.
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Age may be a number, but the love for rock music and the dream of being center stage remain timeless. At 61, a former musician and dedicated rock enthusiast finds solace, nostalgia, and a burst of energy every time a great song ignites the airwaves.
The Power of Musical Memory
As the opening chords of a favorite rock anthem reverberate, it’s not just a sound; it’s a portal to the past. The rush of memories from the heydays of youth, the thrill of live performances, and the camaraderie of fellow music lovers all come flooding back.
Stage Presence Never Fades
The allure of the stage is eternal. In the mind’s eye, this seasoned music aficionado transforms into the rock god of yesteryear, commanding the stage with unrivaled charisma. The dream of delivering electrifying guitar solos to a sea of cheering fans is a fantasy that refuses to age.
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A Symphony of Nostalgia
Each riff, beat, and lyric becomes a symphony of nostalgia, carrying the listener back to the golden era of rock. The songs that once provided the soundtrack to rebellion, love, and youthful exuberance now serve as a time machine, transporting the soul to the unforgettable moments of the past.
Rock’s Timeless Relevance
Rock music’s enduring relevance is a testament to its ability to transcend generations. The fact that a 61-year-old can still be transported to a realm of youthful energy and boundless possibilities speaks to the timelessness of rock’s impact on the human spirit.
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The Air Guitar Symphony
While the physical demands of rocking on stage may change with age, the spirit remains unwavering. In the privacy of one’s space, the air guitar takes center stage, and the fantasy of playing alongside legendary bands becomes a personal, unbridled performance.
Connecting Through Music
The beauty of music lies in its ability to connect people across time and space. Whether reminiscing about the glory days or discovering new sounds, the shared love for rock creates a bridge between the young and the young at heart. As the chords of a great rock song continue to echo in the ears of a 61-year-old, the stage lights of memory illuminate a timeless fantasy. In the realm of rock, age is but a number, and the dream of standing before thousands, bathed in applause, remains forever etched in the heart of a true rock enthusiast.
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In the summer of 1967, the rhythmic clatter of the trolley echoed down Rising Sun Avenue in Lawndale, Philadelphia. With tokens in hand, a group of kids, their laughter ringing out like wind chimes, hopped aboard, eager for a joyous ride through the heart of their neighborhood.
Among them was Tommy, a freckled-faced boy with a heart full of curiosity. As the trolley rumbled along, he spotted a girl he hadn’t met before. She sat alone by the window, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery. Her name was Emily, a newcomer to Lawndale, and her family had recently moved into the charming brick house on Gilliam Street.
With a surge of courage, Tommy approached the empty seat next to Emily. “Mind if I join you?” he asked with a friendly grin. She looked up, a shy smile playing on her lips, and welcomed him to the seat beside her. As the trolley meandered through Lawndale, Tommy and Emily struck up a conversation. They shared stories of their favorite spots in the neighborhood, their favorite street games, and the thrill of summer adventures.
The warm evening breeze that wafted through the open windows carried with it the promise of something special. The trolley made its way past Kershner’s Corner Store and the familiar storefronts of Rising Sun Avenue.
Along the journey, a friendship blossomed between Tommy and Emily, their laughter blending seamlessly with the clinks and clangs of the trolley tracks. By the time they reached the end of the line, Tommy and Emily had discovered a shared love for simple pleasures and the magic of Lawndale’s close-knit community.
As they stepped off the trolley, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. With a twinkle in his eye, Tommy invited Emily to join him and their friends for an evening game of kick-the-can at the end of Magee Street. As the sun set on that summer day, the seeds of a special connection were planted in the heart of Lawndale—a friendship that held the promise of something sweeter, echoing the timeless tales of childhood crushes and summer romances.
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In the shadows of my past, I once grappled with a vampiric bloodlust, an insatiable craving for the twin elixirs of alcohol and the transient thrill of youthful female company. It was a curse that enveloped my existence, casting a long and haunting shadow over the years. However, as dawn breaks on a new chapter, I find myself liberated from those chains, the vampiric allure fading into insignificance.
For far too long, I danced on the precipice of a hedonistic existence, drawn to the ephemeral euphoria that the pairing of alcohol and youthful exuberance seemed to promise. The allure of the night held me in its tight embrace, and I, like a vampire seeking sustenance, pursued my desires relentlessly.
Yet, a silent battle is waged within the depths of this nocturnal existence. The more I indulged, the more the vampiric cravings grew, gnawing at the edges of my sanity. It was a cycle of self-destruction, a dance with shadows that threatened to consume the very essence of who I was.
Then came a moment of clarity, a realization that the pursuit of ephemeral pleasure was robbing me of lasting peace. I stood at a crossroads, faced with a choice between the intoxicating allure of the night and the serene embrace of inner tranquility. At that moment, I chose peace.
Breaking free from the vampiric bloodlust was not a sudden vanquishing of demons; rather, it was a gradual shedding of layers that no longer served my highest self. The allure of alcohol lost its grip, and the quest for youthful companionship waned as I discovered the richness of solitude and self-reflection.
The curse lifted, and with it, a newfound clarity emerged. Sobriety became my ally, and the pursuit of genuine connections took precedence over the transient thrill of the night. In choosing peace over euphoria, I unearthed a reservoir of strength within myself that I never knew existed.
My life once ensnared in the web of vampiric desires, now unfolds with a simplicity that brings joy to my soul. The cacophony of the night has been replaced by the quietude of self-discovery, and the need for external validations has given way to a profound sense of inner contentment.
As the vampiric cravings fade into the recesses of memory, I find solace in the peace that accompanies this newfound chapter. The journey from bloodlust to tranquility is a personal triumph and a testament to the transformative power of choice.
In sharing this narrative, I hope to inspire others in similar struggles. There is strength in choosing a path aligned with inner peace, and liberation awaits those brave enough to break free from the vampiric chains that bind them. May the dawn of a new day bring with it the promise of healing, self-discovery, and lasting peace.
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Nestled in the heart of Philadelphia, Pennypack Park served as a green oasis and a haven for community members seeking respite from the urban hustle. As we step back in time to the 1960s and 1970s, Pennypack Park emerges as a timeless sanctuary where memories were made, adventures unfolded, and the spirit of nature beckoned to those in search of tranquility.
A Natural Retreat in the City
During the 60s and 70s, Pennypack Park provided a breath of fresh air for Philadelphians yearning to escape the concrete jungle. The sprawling park, encompassing woodlands, meadows, and the serene Pennypack Creek, became a playground for nature enthusiasts, families, and those seeking a slice of greenery in their urban lives.
Exploring the Woodlands and Trails
The woodlands of Pennypack Park were a canvas of vibrant colors and the soothing sounds of rustling leaves. Families and friends embarked on explorations along the park’s trails, creating lasting memories amidst towering trees and the rustling of wildlife. Hiking, birdwatching, and simply getting lost in the tranquility of the woods were cherished pastimes for park-goers.
Biking Adventures and Picnics by the Creek
As bicycles became a popular mode of recreation, Pennypack Park’s bike trails beckoned riders seeking a blend of adventure and leisure. Families pedaled along scenic paths, exploring the park’s beauty. The banks of Pennypack Creek served as the perfect backdrop for picnics, where laughter echoed and the gentle babble of the creek set a serene ambiance.
Community Gatherings and Festivities
Pennypack Park wasn’t just a natural retreat; it was a hub for community gatherings and festivities. The 60s and 70s witnessed concerts, festivals, and cultural events that brought together residents from diverse backgrounds. The park’s open spaces became stages for communal celebrations, fostering a sense of unity and shared joy.
Summers at Pennypack Pool
For those seeking relief from the summer heat, Pennypack Pool was the go-to destination. Families flocked to the pool for refreshing swims, poolside relaxation, and the simple pleasures of a sun-soaked summer day. The laughter of children and the splashes of water created an atmosphere of pure summer bliss.
Winter Magic and Snowy Adventures
When winter blanketed Pennypack Park in snow, a new kind of magic unfolded. Families ventured out for snowy walks, children built snowmen, and the park’s hills transformed into impromptu sledding slopes. The serenity of Pennypack Park took on a different charm, inviting residents to experience the beauty of the changing seasons.
Legacy of Pennypack Park in Philadelphia’s History
As we reflect on Pennypack Park in the 1960s and 1970s, it becomes clear that the park holds a special place in the hearts of Philadelphians. Its natural beauty, diverse recreational opportunities, and role as a community gathering space have left an enduring legacy. Pennypack Park not only provided a respite from city life but also became a living testament to the importance of preserving green spaces for generations to come. Today, as we stroll through Pennypack Park, the echoes of those 60s and 70s adventures still resonate, reminding us of the timeless allure of this Philadelphia gem.
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