This is what 25 years of joy denied looks like.
Forget Times Square.
Cottman and Frankford is where it's at, baby.
I don't even KNOW these people! But we were all out there, hugging and high-fiving each other like there's no tomorrow.
Of course, there is tomorrow, and we will celebrate. And then, oh my and then, there is noon on Friday and that march down Broad Street.
The pure, unadulterated joy of a city.
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