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Kindness Of Strangers In The City Of Brotherly Love A few mornings ago I shared with James an adven ture I had on one of my trips to Philadelphia where I got a first person experience of why it’s called the “City of Brotherly Love,” and thought you might enjoy it. I was in vited and promised to attend a wedding in Philadelphia. So off I went to the City of Brotherly Love. When the train pulled into the station closest to the church there didn’t appear to be any taxis around so I started hoofing it. Along the way I said hello to a man loading a truck with furniture. He asked about my trip and where I was off to on foot. I told him where and for what. He said he was loading up his daughter’s belong ings to take to her very first apartment. “She thinks she’s grown, but I know better and I’m scared to death.” As he said this his daughter did a perfect imitation of the classic teenage eye-roll that made me think he was probably right. Still, he said he’d take me to a little shopping center near the church. I pulled myself up into the rather large truck while ignoring the lack of ladylikeness required. There was a diner at the strip mall! I’m a foodie, so the prospect of having a “real” Philadelphia cheese steak sandwich went to the head of my thoughts and stayed there. I placed my order and the waitress asked if there was anything else I might like to have. Puzzled, I asked what was wrong with the Philadelphia cheese steak sandwich. I told her I was from Miami and thought I’d give the birthplace of one of my favorite foods a shot. She looked over her shoulder, leaned in a bit and told me that I was bound to be disappointed if I ate their version. I don’t remember what I ordered in its stead, but whenever a server gives me their opinion I take it seri ously. While I was finishing up I asked my server if she’d call a cab for me. I was, for pretty much the only time in my life, rather early—the wedding was another two hours and some away. My plan, if you can call it that, was to just go to the church, find a comfy spot and read until people started showing up. I asked the server when to expect the taxi, she shrugged and contin ued working the dining room. The husband of a cute and obviously still in love elderly couple leaned out of his booth and said, “I’m not certain a taxi is coming and you prob ably wouldn’t want to ride in it if it did. Then he asked where I was headed. I told him and his face lit up like a Christmas tree—the special way it looks only on Christmas morn ing. I looked over at his wife and her smile mirrored the twinkle in his eyes. “Well, then young lady, we live pretty close to that church. Why don’t you come along home with us? It’ll give you a chance to freshen up before the nuptials begin.” They didn’t look like axe murderers and I was tired. Their home was like the fabled cottage in the woods. The landscaping was utterly beautiful and there were but terflies everywhere. A gigan tic German shepherd walked around a workbench as we entered the garage. It didn’t Of This & That Trenesia Y. Stubbs Columnist email:trenesia@pstel.net wag its tail. It didn’t sniff me. It just stood stock still looking at me standing stock still. With a jocular voice the old gent assured me that the horse-size dog was perfectly friendly; and just like that its tail wagged and he gave me a sniff. Seriously, I’d never seen a German shepherd that large. Had it whinnied or neighed I wouldn’t have been at all surprised. I don’t remember what its name was but I do remember thinking it was much too wussy for anything that size. That wonderful couple pro vided me with the makings for freshening up. I smelled something really good when I entered their parlor. The Mrs. had bustled about and pre pared cookies and tea. We sat talking about where they met and married during World War II and, it turned out that’s where the horse,-err, doggy’s line came from, Germany. After a very brief but refreshing nap, they got me to the church on time. That’s not the end of the tale—but it’s all the space available and will have to wait for another time. Nope. I found no strangers in the City of Brotherly Love. CORRUPTION - Continued From Page 4 codification of that which the Fourth Amendment already mandates; namely, that, when conducting “searches and seizures” (aka, audits), the IRS must adhere to the same U.S. Constitution that restricts every other federal agency. Such a bill, notes Phillips, “would codify as federal law that no IRS audit (or any other agency audit) of a person, organization or business could be conducted without first having the IRS agent (or agent of the agency conducting the audit) to prepare an affidavit that is sworn to in front of a federal judge, federal magistrate or a tax court judge that states with specificity why there is probable cause to believe the audit will result in either the discovery of criminal activities or the discovery of civil wrong doing. It will be the functional equivalent of a search warrant.” Phillips is on to something big here. Especially when you consider this last minor factoid: The IRS is also the OEA: the “Obamacare En forcement Agency.” If that doesn’t send a chill down your spine, then noth ing will. What do you get when you cross one tyrannical, hyper- politicized bureaucratic beast with another? You get tyranny on steroids. You also get one happy Ba rack Hussein Obama. 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Finally, request that Con gress pass a new Taxpayer Bill of Rights that covers “all of the above.” Matt Barber (@jmattbarber on Twitter) is an attorney con centrating in constitutional law. He sen’es as rice President of Liberty Counsel Action . (This information is provided for identification purposes only.) vitamin A rich foods are really good for healthy skin color and are dark-orange foods which are loaded with vitamin A”- cantaloupe, sweet potatoes, orange and yellow peppers and apricots. Skin protection: colorful compounds (carotenoids) from fruits and vegetables get deposited in the skin and protect against sunburn and oxidation aka aging of the skin. I hope you have a lot of fun in the sun this summer and get plenty of vitamin D stored up for fall and winter! Subscribe Today! DANGEROUS - Continued From Page 4 Angels Among Us Six-year-old Emily showed up at our house because she was hungry, and her stepfa ther didn’t allow her to come home during the day. After that, she became a wonderful part of my life. But, when I knew my transfer day was coming, I became concerned about who would watch out for her. I quickly realized, however, that there were many who would do so. As fall came, and Emily started back to school, she continued to ride her bike to our house for breakfast, and returned after school for din ner. Her school was close to where we lived, so it worked out well. Each morning, my landlady, Mrs. Salak, made sure that Emily had on neat, clean clothes, and that her hair was brushed. Emily had mostly quit swearing, but she hated having her hair brushed, and swore a bit then. With all of the care Mrs. Salak gave her, Em ily started fitting in better at school. She didn’t get teased as much and ended up fight ing less, coming to dinner with fewer bruises. When my transfer notice came, I knelt in front of her and started to explain that I was going to be leaving. I hadn’t even finished before she burst into tears and threw her arms around my neck, holding me so tightly I could hardly breath as she cried, “No, no, no, no!” When she finally calmed down, I had her look at me, and then explained that she now had lots of friends to watch over her. Mrs. Salak told Emily that she wanted her to continue coming over, and that she would feed and take care of her as I had. When I was transferred, it was hard to say goodbye. I wish I could say Emily’s life was perfect after that, but nothing works that way. The abuse Emily received from her stepfather became worse, and the state threatened to take her away. That was when her mother came to visit Mrs. Salak. Rather than lose her daughter into state custody, they worked it out for Emily to live with Mrs. Salak where Emily’s mother could come visit. From then on, Emily was raised mostly by Mrs. Salak and the kind people of the church and community. Mrs. Salak was in her 70’s by then, and it was challeng ing for her to take care of an obstinate little girl. And when Emily reached her teens, the challenge became greater still. But it was Mrs. Salak’s values that Emily grew to emulate, values of honesty, thrift, hard work, and virtue. In return, it was Mrs. Salak who was there to see Em ily go to her first prom. It was Mrs. Salak who proudly stood with Emily in her high school graduation pictures. And it was Mrs. Salak who held the place of honor as Emily’s mother at Emily’s wedding when Emily married a wonderful young man she met at church. Mrs. Salak was old by then, in her late 80’s. She never had a lot of money, but what she did have she usually spent on Emily. The mem bers of the church all pooled resources for a beautiful re ception, and Mrs. Salak even had a new dress, probably the only one she had ever had in all the years she was raising Emily. After the wedding, Emily had a new family to love her, her husband’s, and she grew to love them, too. Mrs. Salak only lived a few more years after the wedding, but it was long enough for her to be able to hold Emily’s first child, a girl, whom they lovingly named Lavinia. Lavinia was Mrs. Salak’s first name, and she was proud of her namesake, loving her as if she was her own grand- by Daris Howard Columnist, Playwrite, Author daughter, for m reality, she truly was. It has been many years since then. Lavinia is now a beautiful young lady, and has other siblings. Sometimes it is hard for me to believe that Emily was that swearing little six-year-old girl that sought me out because she thought I was one of the angels some one had told her were sent to help people. But through her I learned that there truly are angels all around us. And to me, Mrs. Salak and Emily definitely were two of them. 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