Author: Mike Newall

  • On Latvia’s election day, voters from Philly cast their ballots at a cherished Northern Liberties cultural club

    On Latvia’s election day, voters from Philly cast their ballots at a cherished Northern Liberties cultural club

    Over 4000 miles away in Northeastern Europe, the Latvian parliamentary elections were underway — and Diana Mednis a 50-year-old Ocean County, N.J., resident was determined to cast her ballot. So, she drove an hour to the Latvian Society of Philadelphia in Northern Liberties on Saturday to participate in the polls.

    Latvia is celebrated for its ancient forests, white-sand beaches, stunning architecture, and proud people. The small Baltic nation of nearly 2 million, which won its ultimate independence from the crumbling Soviet Union in 1991, extends its democracy far beyond its borders. Latvian law offers its diaspora direct access to its elections. Latvian citizens and descendants with dual citizenship can cast same-day ballots at community polling stations across the world, many created by Latvian immigrants.

    Diana Mednis of Ocean County, N.J., reviewed her ballot for a national election in Latvia on Saturday, which she cast a longtime Latvian cultural hub in Northern Liberties.Mike Newall (Cuistom

    Founded in 1892, and with a claim to being the oldest Latvian social and cultural club anywhere outside of the homeland, the charming, rough-cut stone building on North 7th Street is one of 16 polling stations in the United States.

    Latvian voters confront fears

    With the Russian-Ukraine War still raging, and Russian President Vladimir Putin making veiled and unverified threats about Latvian security, Latvians everywhere confront existential fears about their hard-won independence.

    Mednis, whose parents fled their home in a cart during World War II and eventually settled in New Jersey, was the second person to sign her name on the rolls Saturday. (Fifty-one people voted at the Latvian Society during the last election in 2022.)

    “Freedom is always under threat everywhere,” she said, after casting her ballot. There were candidates from over 14 parties competing for 100 open seats. “If you don’t take care of it, somebody’s going to try and take things from you. So it’s important to vote here.”

    Her father, Juris, was only 5 when his family fled Russian forces in a cart in 1942, she said.

    “They had come to my father’s house looking to put them on the train to Siberia,” she said. “So his first memories are of my grandmother holding his mouth because they were hiding in the forest.”

    A community’s beating heart

    More than 3,000 people of Latvian descent live in Pennsylvania, with many concentrated in the Greater Philadelphia region and suburbs, according to the U.S. Census Bureau.

    Established by Latvians who fled Tsarist Russia, the Latvian Society of Philadelphia has a beating heart of that community for 134 years.

    Growing up in Bucks County, sisters Anna Berzins, 35, and Aleksandra Berzins, 30, recalled countless holidays and family celebrations in the building , when the savory aroma of traditional Latvian piragi — crescent-shaped baked rolls filled with bacon and onions — drifted from the kitchen and Latvian folk bands played on the stage. They remember how their grandfather, Alfons, always a devoted member, made sure the girls participated in the society’s performances and art shows. They learned Latvian history there, like how the country’s first period of independence ended in 1940, when Russian forces forcibly occupied and annexed it.

    Aleksandra Berzins (left) and her sister, Anna (right), cast ballots in a national Latvian election at the Latvian Society of Philadelphia on Oct. 3.Mike Newall (custimo

    “It was a continuation of our culture,” said Aleksandra Berzins, adding that the sisters now bring their own children to the society. “It’s about passing on the language and traditions, and upholding our values. I think that our grandparents will be very proud that we were here.”

    Laura Bērziņa, a society official, who works as the polling station manager, said the nonprofit remains vibrant — with well-attended folk shows and other events — but not without its struggles. Non-members can also rent out the society hall for events.

    Election day represents the start of the society’s busiest season, she said, ushering in celebrations for Latvian Independence Day, and an annual Winter Holiday Market.

    Later this month, the society will host a fundraiser to fix a leaky roof, she said.

    Still, despite these challenges, the society survives, she said.

    “It’s been a home away from home,” she said, before excusing herself to get back to her desk. There were voters to help.

  • Did I buy too much John’s Water Ice for the offseason? My wife thinks so.

    Did I buy too much John’s Water Ice for the offseason? My wife thinks so.

    This week’s question (Have your own? Submit it here.):

    John’s Water Ice just closed for the season, so I decided to do something smart this year: I stocked up. Almost half our freezer is filled with it.

    But, my wife says it’s too much, that we have to have people over soon to eat through it so we actually have freezer space, and that it won’t even taste as good a month from now. But I say: Some John’s is better than no John’s. Did I go too far? Or not far enough?

    Mike Newall, Life & Culture reporter

    Do not second-guess yourself for a moment. You are a good husband and a good man. You saw water ice and you got it and you gave it a home for the winter and now many of your neighbors will want to be your friends. Congrats, you are a local hero.

    If anything, I’d start clearing freezer space for the water ice ahead of time.

    Abigail Covington, Life & Culture reporter

    Listen, I love John’s too. But I am firmly with your wife on this one. Do you want to be the kind of guy who stocks up on stuff? Get a second freezer for the garage. Everybody knows that’s where overflow goods go. You cannot waste precious freezer space on a seasonal treat.

    Mike Newall

    Oh, Abigail, we have been through so much together — I think maybe two of these advice chats, at least — and now we part ways — or at least opinions. Water ice! Water ice! Water ice!

    I see your point on the basement freezer (that’s where my pop kept his pickled pig’s feet). But it’s not like this is last month’s leftovers — it’s water ice. It’ll be gone before Halloween.

    Abigail Covington

    Yes, maybe a compromise is in order. Give the water ice an expiration date. It has to be gone before the holidays when leftovers will inevitably need to move in. Or, I like Mike’s idea — Halloween.

    Mike Newall

    Here’s my thing: Let’s fast-forward a couple weeks or even more to the heart of fall. Leaves are falling. Eagles are on TV. Chill in the air. And you’re in your living room enjoying some fine — possibly maybe a little bit freezer burnt if you don’t really shut the lids — pineapple water ice. To me the appeal is enjoying something when you normally can’t. It’s more than a treat. It’s a little seasonal nostalgia.

    Freezer burn is a reasonable fear, and the sugar and water can over-crystallize over time, making the ice somewhat grainy. But I’m sure that takes time. More than enough time for you to kick back with some well-preserved lemon ice after Thanksgiving dinner.

    Abigail Covington

    I’m sorry but who in Hades wants to eat water ice in November? It’s not ice cream! You can’t serve it with pumpkin pie. I get the nostalgia element, but the joy of a seasonal treat is that it’s seasonal. Make it available year-round and it will undoubtedly lose its luster, especially if it’s got the freezer burn fuzzies.

    Mike Newall

    Oh boy, I got a chill from “freezer burn fuzzies.”

    You know what, Abigail. You convinced me.

    In the spirit of compromise, a solution: Why don’t you and your wife make a water ice date on the next lovely evening. Sit out on the stoop. Enjoy it. Pass it around. Talk about the old days and good times. And then go back inside and chuck the rest out.

    Abigail Covington

    Agreed. There are plenty of water ice spots that stay open year-round for the diehards like yourself. Venture out of the house when the craving hits and let the contents of your freezer change with the seasons. Your wife will thank you.

  • Kensington Voice newsroom has laid off staff and ceased publication

    Kensington Voice newsroom has laid off staff and ceased publication

    Kensington Voice — the independent, nonprofit newsroom and community hub covering the lower Northeast and North Philadelphia — has ceased publication.

    “Kensington Voice has run out of money needed to pay our staff,” said Jillian Bauer-Reese, cofounder of Kensington Voice in a letter to readers published Monday.

    The outlet’s website, which provided news, guides, community-authored opinions, and neighborhood resources created with community reporting, has been largely dormant for months.

    “We should have shared this update sooner,” Bauer-Reese explained. “We stayed quiet while we worked through what would happen next, and that process has taken much longer than we expected.”

    The hub is working with partners to preserve Kensington Voice’s work and resources, Bauer-Reese said, and to continue any ongoing projects where possible. The small news organization’s archives will stay online. Staff members — the hub employed six to eight journalists at its peak — had been laid off during the weeks and months leading to the announcement.

    Funding for Kensington Voice — which operates with nonprofit status through a fiscal sponsor, Movement Alliance Project — had been a challenge for the last two years, Bauer-Reese wrote on the site.

    “Thank you to everyone who read our work, shared it, trusted us with their time and their stories, corrected us, and helped make Kensington Voice what it has been,” she said.

    News by and for residents

    Serving the neighborhoods of Kensington, Fairhill, Harrowgate, Norris Square, and Port Richmond, Kensington Voice aimed to be something new when it was founded by Bauer-Reese and more than a half-dozen of her journalism students. Its communal reporting on the opioid overdose epidemic, housing, homelessness, poverty, and quality of life considered solutions to issues of inequality that have plagued North Philadelphia communities for decades.

    The seeds of the news outlet took root during the height of the opioid crisis, Bauer-Reese wrote in a 2019 Inquirer op-ed on the paper’s founding.

    As the neighborhood seemed to suffer worse than ever from the grip of drugs and violence, Kensington Voice became an advocate for a community often overlooked — and stigmatized. Like when a 2018 New York Times Magazine story famously referred to the languishing community as the “Walmart of Heroin.”

    “The idea for Kensington Voice came from a hunch I had that in a neighborhood often at the center of our national news media’s drug and addiction journalism, the news and information needs of the community itself weren’t being met,” she had said in 2019.

    A Kensington Voice meet-and-greet in October 2018 at Impact Services. The event brought together community partners to talk about ideas for news coverage of the area.Handout

    Within months, Bauer-Reese and her students operated a rotating pop-up community newsroom, run out of libraries, rec centers, and on street corners, and putting community voices foremost. At these pop-up stations, residents submitted story ideas and built storytelling bridges, where the realities and solutions of the community-led reporting. Reporters would meet residents at tables. Some residents published their own stories.

    “The more I work in the community, the more I realize how the work of journalists impacts those who live and work there,” Bauer-Reese said in 2019.

    During the peak of the opioid overdose crisis in Philadelphia in 2022, when more than 1,400 people died in Philadelphia from drugs, the Kensington Voice relied on shoe-leather reporting from the front lines to draw attention to the city’s struggling response.

    The newsroom shared empowering first-person narratives from people in addiction building new lives, young mothers navigating complex support services systems, and the writings and art of gifted local high school students.

    “I look up at that blue sky and wonder how much longer will it be blue until it is filled with smog,” wrote 16-year-old Kensington student Jazielys Serrano in a 2024 poem published through the hub’s Youth Voices Program.

    Amid the challenges of reporting on the largest open-air drug market on the East Coast, Kensington Voice’s coverage received criticism as being too sympathetic to people who use drugs.

    That was the point, Bauer-Reese explained. Flipping the lens so the most vulnerable had a chance to be heard.

    “By being a part of the Kensington community and helping neighbors share their own voices, we hope to shed a new light on this community,” Bauer-Reese said in 2019.

    Fading funding

    Staffed by reporters, photojournalists, and editors at its peak, Kensington Voice began to leak funding as attention slowly began to fade from the neighborhood.

    Before going dormant in the spring, the outlet published reports about medical mobile service bans in Kensington, police brutality, Mayor Cherelle L. Parker’s affordable housing plan, and plans to renovate Kensington’s embattled McPherson Square. The newsroom detailed community members’ heightened anxiety over U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement in North Philadelphia. It also published guides helping citizens connect with vital public resources, like information on how to report illegal dumping and abandoned cars, and where to find jobs, housing, and health support.

    The work — and the relationships — will live on, Bauer-Reese wrote.

    “What this community built with Kensington Voice doesn’t end here,” he said.

  • The doors of the Academy of Natural Sciences closed an hour ago. Is this really how it’s going to end? | Mike Newall

    The doors of the Academy of Natural Sciences closed an hour ago. Is this really how it’s going to end? | Mike Newall

    Time has never been so precious at the Academy of Natural Sciences. The clock is officially ticking on Philly’s nearly 200-year-old palace of prehistoric marvels and natural wonders — the oldest natural history museum in the Western Hemisphere, and treasured playland of my six year old, who, like centuries of children, imagines that the old bones are just waiting to roar to life.

    The Academy’s museum closed to the public an hour ago. It’s last day operation is slated for Wednesday.

    It didn’t have to be this way.

    Friday saw an eleventh-hour Raiders of the lost Ark-style rescue attempt of the beloved, if aging museum, which was founded in 1828 and first opened on Benjamin Franklin Parkway in 1876.

    That last second whipcrack came in the form of philanthropic millions from the William Penn Foundation, one of the largest and most influential funders of arts and culture in the region. The money would allow the endangered institution to stay open for at least a year, so that a long-term solution to preserve the museum — and its treasured specimen collections — in Philadelphia could be explored.

    But instead of taking the final leap Indy-style before the floor drops out on the museum, Drexel offered a tepid statement saying it had yet to see a proposal that offered a “permanent, sustainable path forward for the academy’s museum.”

    Why?

    My colleagues Peter Dobrin and Sue Snyder previously reported that Drexel University and the Academy plan to relocate the institution’s 19 million specimens and sell the building on Benjamin Franklin Parkway.

    Behind the scenes, sources say Drexel, more than $20 million in debt and suffering shrinking enrollment, has wanted the building off its books for more than a year. The cash-strapped school, according to my source, had kept the museum’s potential shuttering quiet for months

    On Friday, David L. Cohen, the big-league fixer negotiating talks between Drexel and the Academy at the behest of Gov. Josh Shapiro, told the Inquirer that do-gooders should save their checks until a new museum space can be found. Otherwise, they’re merely “Band-Aids,” he said.

    But Band-Aids is where Drexel and the Academy have gotten us.

    In the current equation, Philly threatens to lose a treasure trove — and a treasured space. Memories can be fickle. But few school children forget their first awe-inspiring, imagination-fueling face-to-face with a towering T-Rex, or even a frightening fiberglass replica like the Academy’s. A first class city demands a lot of things — but it should definitely include a dino museum.

    And Philly agrees. Resistance had already been real. A petition to keep the Academy open to visitors — its research work will continue — grows well over 100,000 signatures. Nor-easter gusts and rains did little to dampen the emotions of thousands of museum supporters who braved weekend rallies and vigils.

    City Council has thrown its trowel into the fray. Councilmembers Nina Ahmad and Jeffrey Young Jr. will lead oversight hearings — with subpoena powers — on the museum closure.

    There’s more than enough blame. Plagued by its own rising deficits, Drexel — which once optimistically described the merger as a “Dragosaurus,” a play on its dragon mascot — came to see the academy as just a drag.

    Meanwhile, the museum failed to launch a capital campaign or meaningfully modernize. Attendance more than halved.

    Late last year — when according to a source Drexel and the Academy were already discussing a potential closure — Academy officials were exploring possibly sharing eons of natural treasures with a museum in Cleveland or Abu Dhabi.

    And not a peep to the public.

    Drexel and Academy board members say they want to keep the Academy in Philadelphia. But it’s hard to have faith. Not when Drexel recently had its financial rating downgraded by Moody’s — and not when the best anyone could come up with was Cleveland. Not when lifelines that would keep the museum doors open for city schoolchildren are dismissed as “Band-Aids.”

    For now, the clock ticks even as pre-pandemic crowds flooded the museum on it’s last days, proof that many Philadelphians still expect some Paleozoic Era fun in their lives.

    Time was a theme among the museum’s final visitors. Marie Gilbert, who is 80, once managed the Academy’s Changing Exhibits Hall. Nine of her grandchildren have volunteered at the museum. Her great grandson, Landon, who is 6, and diagnosed with rare cancer, is the family’s biggest fan.

    He loves to lose himself amid the ancient bones and lifelike tableaus. For the boy, the museum serves as a time machine, she said. When I met her last Thursday, Gilbert said she had held off on telling him the museum would be closing. “I have hope,” she said.

    But not anymore. I called her a few minutes after hundreds of visitors and families processed solemnly out the museum door one final time, while protesters chanted in the rain.

    “My hope has been crushed,” she said.

    The Week Ahead: the politics of Krasner

    It may take many months before law enforcement officials decide whether District Attorney Larry Krasner broke federal laws while overseeing a controversial post-conviction case. For those who need one, a recap: Earlier this month, a federal judge — the same stern arbiter who dispatched former District Attorney Seth Williams to the big house for half a decade — said Krasner may have committed crimes, like perjury, conspiracy, and obstruction of justice. Now, the U.S. Attorney’s Office will investigate, with some testimony coming from within Krasner’s own office. A polarizing reformer and pugilist happy to portray himself as a political outsider, claims the criminal referral is motivated by Trump’s Justice Department.

    But as my colleague Anna Orso pointed out, Philly politics awaits no verdict, and questions have already emerged about Krasner’s political future, and possible mayoral run in 2027. Sniffing blood, at least two elected Democratic have scoped out potential replacements if Krasner were to get forced from office, Orso reports. It will be interesting to watch in the coming days how many Democrats break their silence to support Krasner — or, whether, with only eight months before May’s primary election, heavyweights, like Councilmember Kendra Brooks, announce mayoral runs.

    One More Thing

    Mercifully, the rare nor’easter that walloped the Jersey Shore with heavy rain and flooding over weekend — but only caused minor disruption in Philly Sunday — looks to be heading out of the region overnight, forecasters say. Showers may continue into early Monday, and it may take days for Shore floodwaters to recede, so pack an umbrella tomorrow — and say a quick prayer for the beaches.

  • How did the Philadelphia Museum of Art become home to the world’s largest Duchamp collection?

    How did the Philadelphia Museum of Art become home to the world’s largest Duchamp collection?

    When the Philadelphia Museum of Art debuts its expanded Marcel Duchamp exhibit in October, it will be part of the first major U.S. retrospective of the mysterious forefather of modern art in more than a half century.

    Exploring the arc and range of the pioneering French American artist, who died in 1968, the show features 300 of Duchamp’s paintings, sculpture, film, photography, printed matter, design, and his unclassifiable works known as “readymades.”

    “Nude Descending a Staircase (No. 2),” 1912, by Marcel Duchamp.Philadelphia Museum of Art, The Louise and Walter Arensberg Collection, 1950, © Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris / Association Marcel Duchamp

    After showing at New York’s Museum of Modern Art, the PMA show will run from Oct. 10 through Jan. 31, 2027. It includes Duchamp’s most celebrated creations, including his 1912 painting, Nude Descending a Staircase (No. 2), and his avant-garde masterpiece created between 1915 and 1923, The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even. On hand will be Duchamp’s last major art piece, Étant donnés, a 1966 experiential assemblage he had been working on in secret and intended for the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

    “This is a once-in-a-50-years project,” said Philadelphia Museum of Art curator Matthew Affron.

    ‘Greatest collections’

    The monumental show also marks an opportunity to celebrate the museum’s preeminent relationship with Duchamp — and its lasting legacy and impact on the modern art world. No other art institution in the world has deeper Duchamp roots than the PMA, where the artist first helped install his works in 1954.

    Questioning the very definition of what art could be — he believed any ordinary object could be recontextualized as art — Duchamp broke the rules. But the artistic anarchist also maintained a decidedly rigid belief that his work should remain together on permanent display — in a monumental museum.

    Duchamp played a critical role in making Philadelphia that home.

    Philadelphia Museum of Art curator Matthew Affron in the Duchamp gallery on March 4.Tom Gralish / Staff Photographer

    After leaving Paris and its WWI-era artistic repression and moving to New York in 1915, the artist befriended patrons Louise and Walter Arensberg. With Duchamp’s careful guidance, the couple would amass the most fulsome collection of his works, and those of his contemporaries, anywhere.

    By the 1950s, Duchamp and his patrons had negotiated with museums, from the Museum of Modern Art in New York to the National Gallery in Washington, before being wooed by the PMA’s forward-looking director, Sidney Fiske Kimball.

    Recognizing Duchamp’s boundary-busting potential, Kimball offered what Duchamp wanted: space and control. Lots of it.

    “By the 1950s, Duchamp was becoming a forefather for modern artists,” said Affron. “Fiske was determined to be able to place a major section of modern art within the building.”

    Kimball displayed the Arensbergs’ gifted collection in a wing of the still-unfinished museum building on the Parkway, which he helped open in 1928.

    Along with other abstract and cubist works, the Arensberg collection helped form the foundation of the Philadelphia Museum of Art for 75 years.

    “It’s one of the greatest collections of modern art in an art museum,” Affron said.

    Legacy shaping pairing

    The unusually intimate relationship between artist and institution — the museum’s permanent display includes 200 Duchamp works and extensive archives — helped shape the artist’s legacy and established the Philadelphia Museum of Art as an essential destination for modern art pilgrims.

    At the 1973 opening of the Marcel Duchamp retrospective at the Philadelphia Museum of Art,
    Anne d’Harnoncourt at the center, with artist Richard Hamilton in foreground.Philadelphia Museum of Art Library and Archives: Marcel Duchamp Exhibition Records © Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris / Association Marcel Duchamp; Photographer: Patrick Radebaugh

    Under Duchamp’s direction, the museum initially displayed his works alongside those of contemporaries, like Picasso, Juan Gris, Piet Mondrian, Georges Braque, and Francis Picabia. Many of those works, also amassed by the Arensbergs, were on display at the museum’s temporary show, “Marcel Duchamp, Curator,” which ran through July 12.

    Curating the forthcoming retrospective with MoMA collaboration with the Centre Pompidou, Affron said he strove to present a faithful chronology of Duchamp’s work, including replica versions of his own art that he produced later in life.

    “One of the game-changing things Duchamp did was put into the question the value of original works of art,” Affron said. “He found a way of working between the originals and copies and when you lay his work out, you start to get a very interesting echo effect.”

    It only makes sense for it all to be back at Duchamp’s spiritual home — the Philadelphia Museum of Art, he said.

    “We are doing our job of taking care of his legacy,” the curator said.

    “Marcel Duchamp” runs Oct. 10 through Jan. 31, 2027, at Main Building, Dorrance Galleries and Galleries 281-283, Philadelphia Museum of Art, 2600 Benjamin Franklin Parkway, Philadelphia, philamuseum.org

  • The Philly Seeds festival has celebrated Indigenous cultures over 7 years. Now it faces uncertainty.

    The Philly Seeds festival has celebrated Indigenous cultures over 7 years. Now it faces uncertainty.

    The 7th annual Seeds Philly Celebration became a solemn and spirited tribute to Indigenous arts and culture: powwow dancing and flag songs, tepee raisings and fry bread, corn husk dolls and Powowpopart.

    But this year’s two-day celebration, Saturday and Sunday at Cherry Street Pier, carried added significance. Founded as a small arts gathering in Fairhill, Seeds Philly has grown to include representatives and traditional dancers from 40 tribal nations and more art booths and performers than ever. And, marking the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the two-day event includes a special artist installation confronting hateful language enshrined in the founding document.

    Tchin (left), artist-partner for education and cultural programs at We Are the Seeds, and a volunteer raise a Northern Plains tepee at the Seeds Philly Celebration at Cherry Street Pier on Saturday, Sept. 19, 2026.

    This also may be the last Seeds Philly Celebration for the foreseeable future, organizers say. Despite all the gains — and special city funding this year — money has run out.

    “I would love to see a world where the city and other private foundations would recognize that this event is absolutely critical for this city,” said Tailinh Agoyo, cofounder and executive director of We Are the Seeds, the Philly-based, Native-led organization that runs the festival. “It brings attention to the fact that this is Lenape land we are on, and celebrates not only the histories of our people, but the diversity of the Native people who live in the city now.”

    Tailinh Agoyo, co-founder and executive director of We Are the Seeds, speaks to the crowd during the Seeds Philly Celebration at Cherry Street Pier on Saturday, Sept. 19, 2026.

    How Seeds Philly was born

    Agoyo, who moved to Philadelphia from Sante Fe, N.M., helped form We Are the Seeds in 2016 to celebrate the heritage and culture of Indigenous people in the country’s founding city. At the time, some Philly-area Native American cultural organizations were fading after generations, she remembered.

    “I felt like, where do we go?” said Agoyo, a descendant of the Narragansett tribe who is raising four sons. “Where do we have our conversations? Where do we see our community?”

    The nonprofit has grown to include Indigenous Listening Gardens in West and North Philly and Kensington; an Indigenous-led theater project examining the myths surrounding Philadelphia’s founding in 1682; and a popular podcast, From Here, With a View, featuring Indigenous artists, culture bearers, and activists.

    “We create these types of programs and events for Native people to come together and connect and gather and dance and celebrate,” Agoyo said. “And we invite the greater Philadelphia region to be a part of it.”

    But with a key private grant expiring — and the growing festival eating up much of the nonprofit’s expenses — Agoyo said the group needs time and does not know when exactly the event might return. It is bittersweet, Agoyo said, that the festival, which was expecting more than 4,000 attendees — tickets are pay what you can, with a $20 suggested donation — may disappear just as it comes into its own.

    Bricks with the words “Merciless Indian Savages” are laid on the ground to be put together to make a Mohawk Rocket Kiln at the Seeds Philly Celebration hosted by an Indigenous nonprofit, We Are the Seeds, at Cherry Street Pier on Saturday, Sept. 19, 2026.

    This year, the city provided funding for the festival through its 250th programming, Agoyo said. And the group plans on applying for more grants and hopes to build partnerships with leading Philadelphia philanthropic organizations.

    “The reality is the world is in a really tough place and we need to make sure that we stay healthy as an organization,” she said. “So we need to be strong and say, ‘Let’s just rest for our health and our family’s health and our community’s health, and then we figure it out.’”

    Perhaps, next year, the festival could return as a smaller event, she said.

    But the hard realities confronting the popular but endangered festival did not dampen Saturday’s celebration. At noon, after an honorary tepee raising, dozens of dancers processed into the powwow. Men and women from tribes up and down the East Coast danced traditional and fancy steps. Jingle dancers donning regalia adorned with dozens of clanking tin snuff lids danced steady rhythmic steps meant to promote healing. Musicians pounded beats on powwow drums made of maple wood and rawhide. Crowds flowed along the pier.

    Garbed in a women’s jingle dress, Vaughnda Hilton, executive director of the Philly-based Native Nations Dance Group, said the Seeds Philly Celebration has become a premier Indigenous event.

    “It shows we’re still here,” she said. “We’re keeping the culture alive, keeping the dances and songs alive. It’s who we are.”

    Farther down the pier, Roger Sosakete Perkins, a Mohawk multimedia artist and culture keeper from the Bear Clan of Akwesasne near the Canadian banks of the St. Lawrence River, prepared a special fire-working kiln he had built for the festival. Considered a founder of “Powowpopart” — a blending of Native-inspired abstract design and vintage pop culture imagery — Perkins gathered clay from a roadbed near his studio to make Mohawk bricks for the kiln. Each is enshrined with “merciless Indian savages” — a phrase that appears in the Declaration of Independence. On Sunday, Perkins will burn a piece of his own art and a replica of the declaration in the kiln. In Mohawk culture, the burning of something is symbolic of “rebirth” and “replenishing” – like the intentional land fires set to “burn out old growth and bring in new life,” he said.

    The installation is meant to represent a conversation, he said, building his kiln, brick by brick, as the pier filled.

    “A conversation that has needed to happen for 250 years,” he said. “A real conversation.”

  • What do I do about the worst helicopter parent I’ve ever met?

    What do I do about the worst helicopter parent I’ve ever met?

    This week’s question (Have your own? Submit it here.):

    At school drop-off, a mother likes to hover around the kids and discipline all of them for every little thing. If there were any actual issues, we’d step in, of course, but if they’re bumping into each other on purpose and laughing, for example, she tells them things like “Stop doing that, it’s almost school time!” or “Francesca doesn’t like that!” (Not the kid’s real name.) Also it’s very clear that Francesca does in fact like it, so we just tell our kids it’s fine. The mom stands right over her daughter and says things like, “We don’t do that, right?” It’s very performative and very annoying.

    Now I respect that she can parent her kid however she wants to, but forcefully talking to our kids is driving some of us nuts. I believe kids usually can and should work out issues amongst themselves (again, though, we haven’t actually seen an issue!). She’s not only a helicopter parent, she’s a military-helicopter parent hovering over her kid and attacking the rest. Do we just keep telling our kids it’s fine and maybe, in private, tell them to not listen to her or do we take her aside and tell her what’s what?

    Zoe Greenberg, Life & Culture reporter

    Francesca is caught between a rock and a hard place.

    So, Mike, how would you approach this very annoying and very performative military-helicopter parent?

    It seems to me that the obviously “right” thing to do is to take her aside and talk things out kindly and compassionately.

    Mike Newall, Life & Culture reporter

    Oh yes. I think we can cut the preliminary “see it from both sides” stuff on this one. Time to confront. And, Zoe, you’re right: the only question is how. Public humiliation? Or private intimidation?

    Zoe Greenberg

    You’re not entertaining the private, gentle-parenting conversation with the parent?

    Mike Newall

    No, I am. When I first started reading this question, I thought: “Classic kiss-up parent.” You see them often in the wild. The endlessly chatty and performative parent who hovers near the teacher every morning. Those parents can be handled with a quick joke or snarky comment. But this seems like something more. Something deeper. More ingrained. This demands a gently stern talking to.

    You don’t parent other people’s kids. Unless the kid is in danger or a danger to someone else.

    Zoe Greenberg

    I don’t know that I would have the courage of my convictions to take this parent aside myself, although I would know in my heart it’s what should be done. But if I did, I would say something along the lines of, “Hey, I notice that you’re concerned about what’s happening between the kids and often telling them to stop. To me, it looks fine. I wonder if we can let the kids work it out amongst themselves unless there’s a major issue.”

    What motivates a performative parent do you think?

    Mike Newall

    Insecurity is the main motivator.

    Zoe Greenberg

    Right. Insecurity! And I wonder if taking the parent aside would ramp the insecurity up. They become defensive. They say “Your kid is terribly behaved!” “Your child is coming for my precious Francesca!”

    Mike Newall

    That’s why I do think the parent needs a little compassion.

    Here’s what I would do:

    Linger. The insecure parent kissing up to the teacher, telling every kid what to do always lingers. So wait them out. Until every kid has entered and it’s just the helicopter mom, the teacher, and you. Then, with a smile: confront.

    Zoe Greenberg

    With a SMILE!!!

    Newall goes in for the kill.

    Mike Newall

    Here’s a basic script you can follow: Hey, whoever. Just so you know my wife/husband and I have spent a lot of time carefully teaching our precious Johnny or Katie how to behave. We have somehow made it this far — to be a little snarky, add exactly how far — to the third grade of whatever elementary without your help. We appreciate the consideration but would feel much more comfortable if you would stop talking to our child like that.

    Zoe Greenberg

    It sounds like there are multiple parents and multiple kids involved here, but I feel a one-on-one is best. Otherwise it becomes a bit of a gang-up, fueling insecurity further.

    Mike Newall

    One-on-one is best. If the teacher is there as a witness though, that’s not a terrible thing. The parent will likely be stunned into quiet after your initial salvo. Fill that pause politely but firmly. Be an adult. But lay the line down.

    If the teacher is cool, they’ll be silently cheering you on.

    Zoe Greenberg

    And then let the children figure it out! Let them create their utopian society together, where they work through conflict with patience and calm, from each according to her ability to each according to her need etc.

    Mike Newall

    Exactly, Zoe!

    This is their turf. I used to marvel at the social intricacies my son was dealing with in pre-K. Every day, on the ride home, he’d rattle off from the back seat about who was whose best friend on any given day. Who was mean. Who was nice. Who was acting like the king of the seesaw. And he had to figure it all out on his own.

    Zoe Greenberg

    Good training for life.

  • 15-year-old boy was critically injured in a Cobbs Creek e-bike crash

    15-year-old boy was critically injured in a Cobbs Creek e-bike crash

    Two teens remain hospitalized after their e-bike collided with a Cadillac early Sunday morning in West Philadelphia.

    A 15-year-old boy, who was riding the e-bike with a passenger and whose name police did not release yet, was listed in critical condition.

    Shortly after 1 a.m., the teens were riding westbound on Hazel Avenue, approaching 58th Street, when they disregarded a stop sign and collided with a red Cadillac CTS, police said.

    Paramedics transported the 15-year-old e-bike operator to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, where he was listed in critical condition, police said. His 16-year-old passenger, whose name police also did not release, was listed in stable condition.

    The driver of the Cadillac, who remained at the scene, was not injured.

    The crash remains under active investigation.

  • My parents keep insisting we take visitors to the Liberty Bell. How can I convince them to go … anywhere else?

    My parents keep insisting we take visitors to the Liberty Bell. How can I convince them to go … anywhere else?

    This week’s question (Have your own? Submit it here.):

    My parents keep insisting we take visitors to the Liberty Bell. I’ve been five times this year. I can’t do it anymore, but they want me to tag along because they think if I don’t I’ll just play my Switch at home. How can I convince them to go … anywhere else?

    Zoe Greenberg, Life & Culture reporter

    First of all, I assume that you’re a child, or at least someone who has to listen to your parents, and I want to say thank you for your dedication to The Philadelphia Inquirer.

    Mike Newall, Life & Culture reporter

    Yes, PiningforSwitch, I too will operate under the assumption you are a sophisticated, well-read minor who enjoys stellar local news coverage and playing Nintendo.

    I have to ask, “Why are your folks so enamored with the Liberty Bell?” Don’t get me wrong, I love a good bell, especially that one. But seems like your parents are dragging every out-of-town Tom, Dick, and Mary to the thing every chance they get.

    Zoe Greenberg

    I’m thinking we need to approach this with a Compelling List of Alternatives.

    Mike Newall

    I mean we are a world-class city of world-class history, culture, food, neighborhoods. Roam the Barnes. Washington’s tent at the Revolution Museum is always a kick. Run the Rocky steps even. But come on, how much Liberty Bell does one family need?

    Zoe Greenberg

    I feel like the Liberty Bell is a one-stop generic stop. We need to get more specific for each visitor. Do they love food? Take them to Reading Terminal. Or Pizzeria Beddia. Or Irwin’s at the top of the Bok building with an unmatched view of the city. (All things I’ve done with Philly visitors, by the way, and they were all hits.)

    Mike, what would you recommend for history buff visitors?

    Mike Newall

    Walk Old City. There are the big places — the Revolution Museum, Independence Hall — and so many smaller museums filled with treasures. The American Philosophical Society, home to Lewis and Clark’s actual journals — is a can’t miss hoot.

    But one more thing on PiningForSwitch’s parents:

    I haven’t been to the Liberty Bell in a few years, but I remember this photo that hung in the pavilion. A photo of a South Philly rowhouse bedroom from 1976 decorated to the hilt for the Bicentennial with every imaginable Liberty Bell paraphernalia: Photos. Pillows. Bed sheets. Big bells. Small bells. Liberty Bells everywhere. Every time I went, I was enamored with this photo. I respect obsessions. But that’s a lot of bells. But now I’m thinking this photo of this crazy Liberty Bell bedroom could be the childhood bedroom of one of your parents, PiningForSwitch. It’s all starting to make sense.

    Zoe Greenberg

    You think it’s an unhealthy obsession with the bell?

    Mike Newall

    No, I totally get obsessions. I have so many — comics, gardening, banging on a guitar — but I don’t drag Uncle Norman and Aunt Bea to my living room to watch me play every time they pass through town. Variety is the spice of life, wouldn’t you agree, PiningForSwitch?

    OK, another tip. The Navy Yard! Best place in Philly. Beautiful. Historic. Quiet.

    Zoe Greenberg

    Your parents need to start thinking about the obsessions of their visitors. Mosaics? Take them to Philly’s Magic Gardens. Impossible to get dinner reservations? Her Place Supper Club. Semi-illegal urban gallery that might fall into the water (more)? Graffiti Pier!!!

    Mike Newall

    Oh my, Zoe. You could be a tour guide in another life. I want to do all the things you said. (I am actually a registered Philadelphia tour guide. I forgot that to this very moment.)

    Oh, no. I am having a vision. It’s PiningForSwitch and his parents and his poor relatives and they are trekking out of the Liberty Bell and where are they going? Every time? Wawa!!!! That’s their Philly tour. A cracked bell and Wawa. Oh, no.

    Zoe Greenberg

    It’s tragic. In 2026.

    Mike Newall

    I mean it is right across the street. But still.

    Zoe Greenberg

    I haven’t been to the Liberty Bell since my high school class trip. There’s too much else to do!

    Mike Newall

    How do they confront their parents?

    A calm conversation. A suggestion of a different place to visit. An advice question to the local paper?

    Zoe Greenberg

    I’d say draw up a list of alternatives so thrilling, your parents can’t turn you down. This isn’t about the Switch. It’s about respect for Philadelphia.

  • Baseball blessings, a ‘Gray Wave,’ and an unfortunate Phanatic smoothie | Weekly Report Card

    Baseball blessings, a ‘Gray Wave,’ and an unfortunate Phanatic smoothie | Weekly Report Card

    Smiling baseball Gods: A-

    The Phillies crawled into Iowa for MLB’s mystical Field of Dreams game and haven’t lost since. The Fightins peeled off seven in a row since emerging from the cornfield in what’s become baseball’s most spine-tingling summer happening (Sorry, All-Star Game, but Mike Schmidt coming out of the corn was one for the ages.)

    Powered by a suddenly divine offense — in the name of the Harper, Bohm, and Bryson Stott, amen — and a resurgent Aaron Nola, the Phillies’ season-best streak put the team 12 games over .500 for the first time all season. By Aug. 20, they enjoyed a two-game cushion for the second NL Wild Card spot. Whether the Phillies celestial good fortune has a Hollywood ending remains to be seen — and will depend largely on the trinity of Zach Wheeler, Cristopher Sánchez, and Jesús Luzardo, and saintly wisdom of Donny Baseball. Is it Heaven? Maybe not. But it’s August in Philadelphia, and the Baseball Gods are smiling.

    A bar at McGlinchey’s, 259 S. 15th St.MPN Realty

    ‘The Gray Wave’ hits Philly restaurants: B-

    I’m a sucker for the city’s past. Especially its boozy, foodie past. My sepia-toned Philly time-machine daydreams include strolling bygone Jazz Age South Street speakeasies, clinking a Diet Coke to the swoosh of the gilded curtain at Palumbo’s nightclub, and touring the handsome booths of the 19th-century Reading Terminal Market. All to say, it’s a bummer to mark the passing of iconic Philly-area eateries like Kelly’s Seafood and Steve Stein’s Famous Deli, both in Northeast Philadelphia, and both closing by the end of the month.

    Other landmarks — including the Medieval-inspired Pennsauken steakhouse, The Pub, and legendary Center City spots like Cherry Street Tavern and McGlinchey’s — are on the market. Some in the Philly restaurant scene have coined a phrase for what they say is a broader generational transition among small businesses as longtime owners reach retirement without children interested in taking over: “The Gray Wave.” Raise a Diet Coke — or something stronger, if you wish — to all the old great ones saying goodbye. But, alas, since a grand metropolis such as our own is nothing if not an ever-regenerating engine, offer too a hearty huzzah to the future greats that will surely follow in their boozy wake. Sláinte.

    Jamika W. for President: A

    Philadelphians pride themselves on providing local news reporters with profoundly entertaining and refined recountings of crimes and catastrophes. It’s in our blood — and unique vowel shifts. But for sheer charm and grace, few surpass everyone’s new favorite Philadelphian, Jamika W., who this week exuberantly reenacted kicking a masked menace near City Hall during a now-viral ABC7 Eyewitness News report.

    On Aug. 17, Jamika W. saw something (a masked marauder chasing a woman into a coffee shop) and did something about it (calmly delivered a debilitating and flawless front kick to said marauder’s chest). Even more winsome than the kick itself — which Jamika W. displayed with wide-eyed enthusiasm and cool confidence — is the ironclad and incontrovertible reasoning behind her Roundhouse of Reckoning. “He just seemed disorientated about what his goals actually were,” she said, with a smile. “I had bags, he wasn’t reaching for those. He didn’t seem like he had a clear goal to actually get into La Colombe to do anything, so I was like, ‘OK, well, let’s see if you can fight, and he couldn’t.’”

    Willie Nelson performs during the Outlaw Music Festival at Freedom Mortgage Pavilion in Camden on Friday, September 12, 2025. On Sept. 24, Willie Nelson & Family and Neil Young and the Chrome Hearts will play a coheadlining date at the Highmark Mann.Elizabeth Robertson / Staff Photographer

    Willie and Neil Philly bound: B+

    For the first summer in years, Willie Nelson will not be bringing his Outlaw Music Festival to Philadelphia. At 93, and fueled by love, music, and his own THC-infused drink, Willie’s Remedy, the Outlaw Oracle needs a break. But all is not lost in Willieville. Turns out Nelson isn’t skipping Philly after all. On Sept. 24, Willie Nelson & Family and Neil Young and the Chrome Hearts will play a coheadlining date at the Highmark Mann. (Teenage songwriter phenom Ty Myers is also on the bill.)

    Personally, I bawl like a baby every time I hear Willie Nelson sing “Blue Eyes Crying in The Rain.” See you soon, Willie.

    The new limited-edition Phanatic Caramel Curveball Cream Smoothie was announced Aug. 17 at Wawa’s Penrose Avenue store. Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    The new Phanatic smoothie: C-

    Few can fault the limited-edition Phanatic Caramel Curveball Cream recipe, though vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce, whipped cream, salted caramel syrup, and sea salt pretzel pieces doesn’t exactly scream Galápagos Islands. Also, can you really call it a smoothie if it’s … 950 calories?

    But what disappoints most is a Philly fan taste-tester who cheerfully testified that the drink contained a salty-sweet savor similar to a “sprinkling of Mets tears.” Mets?! They stink. An embarrassment, last in the division. Why is anybody concerned with them? Haven’t you read the news baby, we’re two games behind the Diamondbacks for the second Wild Card! Do rattlesnakes cry?