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  • Competition was tight at the first Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association Championship

    Competition was tight at the first Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association Championship

    There was no curbing Philadelphians’ enthusiasm at the first Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association (PPPA) Championship at Headhouse Plaza in Society Hill on Saturday, as hundreds of revved-up spectators gathered to watch 14 competitors put themselves into a tight spot.

    After several rounds, one of which involved dodging things like a spontaneous Eagles fan celebration and a snow-shoveling citizen using a folding chair for savesies, Mario “One-Shot Mar” Zucca of West Mount Airy was crowned the Best Parallel Parker in Philadelphia.

    “Total bliss,” Zucca said, of the feeling that washed over him when he won the title. “It was amazing.”

    Mario Zucca wins the first Parallel Parking Championship at Headhouse Plaza.Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    While his win had a lot to do with skill, it also had a lot to do with flair. Zucca, who is an artist and illustrator, donned a red stuntman suit and, just prior to competing in the final round, opened up the hatchback of his 2012 Mazda and out popped a bunch of balloons, including a gold “1,” which remained tied to his car as he parked. After revealing the balloons, he then ran up and down the crowd with a money gun shooting fake Philadelphia Parking Authority (PPA) traffic tickets with his nickname on it into the audience.

    For winning the title, Zucca received bragging rights for a year, a trophy with a piece of a curb on it, and $76 to pay for his next parking ticket.

    The crowd looks on as drivers compete in the first Parallel Parking Championship at Headhouse Plaza on Saturday.Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    Adam Wodka, self-appointed commissioner of the newly formed PPPA, which is not affiliated with the PPA, also made a surprise announcement at the start of the championship that the PPA had reached out to him and promised to give the top three finalists free parking in any Center City garage for the month of October.

    Rounding out the finalists were LaTasha “Tasha” Hall of Northeast Philly, a heavy equipment operator who works at the Delaware River Port Authority, and Shafir “Pirate One Shot” Mondal of Norris Square, whose dad owns Mondal Driving School.

    Mondal, who outfitted his car with decals from the manga series One Piece and wore a Monkey D. Luffy hat, said even though he didn’t win, the experience was worth it.

    The crowd reacts as Shafir “Pirate One Shot” Mondal sticks his hands through the sunroof of his car after competing in the first Philadelphia Parallel Parking Championship at Headhouse Plaza Saturday. Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    “I feel great. I loved the energy that people had for parallel parking and the love they had for Philadelphians,” he said.

    Nearly 900 people applied for the first PPPA Championship, which Wodka created earlier this year to promote excellence in parallel parking. Ten finalists were chosen by PPPA’s executive board, which is made up of seven of Wodka’s friends, and five were chosen by a popular vote online.

    In classic Philly fashion, one of the competitors didn’t show up (he’s probably still circling the block looking for a space) and most of those who did participate didn’t use their turn signals.

    Cynthia Malachi White, aka “Cynthia Strawberry,” of Mount Airy, competes in the first-ever Philadelphia Parallel Parking Championship at Headhouse Plaza on Saturday.Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    As DJ Elevator Machine Room pumped music about cars and emcee Marisa Magnatta and referee Rebekah Rickards pumped up the crowd, competitors faced off in their own vehicles without using their backup cameras in three separate categories:

    1. One shot: Get closest to the curb in one attempt.
    2. Tight squeeze: With 18 inches of clearance, park closest to the curb using the least amount of moves.
    3. Under duress: Park as fast as you can while faced with distractions.

    The tight squeeze category was definitely the most challenging, with many competitors giving more than just a light tap to the cars in front and behind them. Those vehicles were owned by Wodka and his partner, who offered them up as a sacrifice.

    Under duress was a crowd-favorite category in which drivers had to try to ignore any number of things they might encounter on a Philly road, including a Mummers parade, a spontaneous fan celebration, a trash can fire, Philly Elmo and his drum line, a Ben Franklin impersonator, and, of course, a woman with a folding chair and a serious case of the savesies.

    Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association Commissioner Adam Wodka measures a competitor’s distance from the curb during the PPPA Championship Saturday. Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    Competitors were given points based on their closeness to the curb and how many moves they made. The three judges — pub owner Fergus “Fergie” Carey, viral crossing guard Jamele Ransom, and comedian and social media influencer Betsy Kenney — were also able to hand out three points every round to whomever they chose to influence the scores. The top three scorers then went on to the final round, where the winner was chosen by the judges.

    “I always say parking is made worse with an audience and this is one hell of an audience,” Carey said.

    The crowd of backseat drivers came with kids, dogs, and posters, and residents around the plaza came out on their balconies and rooftops to watch the spectacle.

    Philadelphia’s newest mascot also made his debut at the event. Parallel Pete is a giant orange traffic cone with fuzzy dice, rearview mirrors, and an unsettlingly anxious face.

    Proceeds from a merchandise table went to Families for Safe Streets Greater Philadelphia, a program of the Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philadelphia.

    The crowd reacts as a driver who has papered their windshield in parking tickets competes in the Philadelphia Parallel Parking Association Championship on Saturday at Headhouse Plaza. Bastiaan Slabbers/ For the Inquirer

    While he made no promises, Wodka said he’d love nothing more than to have the championship become an annual event.

    “I love the energy. I love that people had fun with it,” he said. “It’s tough out there and we all have stuff going on, so it was really great for a few hours to just celebrate and be silly and have fun.”

  • Dear Abby | Comments about weight put Grandma in the doghouse

    Dear Abby | Comments about weight put Grandma in the doghouse

    DEAR ABBY: I moved 2,000 miles to be near my daughter and her family. One of my granddaughters, “Libby,” was diagnosed with a medical condition and has put on some weight. I was at my daughter’s and was going to mention my concern for my granddaughter’s weight. Before I could finish, my son-in-law came in, told me I shouldn’t be talking about Libby’s weight and walked away. I thought I could talk to my daughter about things I was concerned about. I left feeling very hurt.

    I sent a text to my daughter apologizing. My son-in-law came to my house and said I need to filter what I say. He then told me I have made remarks to my grandchildren that hurt them. I love my family with all my heart. I would die for them. Was I wrong to mention my concern about Libby? I’m devastated that my daughter didn’t come to talk with me about it. Am I wrong?

    — MEANT WELL IN IDAHO

    DEAR MEANT WELL: It is disappointing that your son-in-law had to come and talk to you rather than your daughter. Talk with her, and ask how you can interact with her and her family more positively.

    It is generally known these days that weight is a sensitive subject, particularly if it is associated with a medical condition. If Libby is under a doctor’s care, you can be confident that everything that can be done for her is being done. Because you have now been informed that some of the comments you have made have hurt your grandchildren, it may be time to close your mouth and turn on your “listening ears” when you visit. Also, when you want a private conversation with your daughter, make sure that it is, indeed, private.

    ** ** **

    DEAR ABBY: I have known “Ralph” for many years and consider him one of my best friends. We share many interests, and through the years we have frequently discussed them over the phone. Ralph retired recently and is bored, so now he calls me three or four times a week, even when there is nothing new to talk about. We rehash the same things over and over again. I’ve dropped subtle hints that my life doesn’t change much from day to day. If I allow his calls to go to voicemail, he leaves a message and asks me to call him back. I don’t want to be rude, but how can I get him to call less frequently?

    — DUCKING CALLS IN PENNSYLVANIA

    DEAR DUCKING CALLS: If Ralph’s voice message doesn’t contain a reason for you to call him back, you’re not obligated to do so with any urgency. It’s not rude of you to enforce a waiting period between your calls with him. Whenever he does bring up a worn-out topic, say something like, “Oh, yeah, we talked about this a few days ago!” Then immediately change the subject. In this way, you subtly make it obvious that you’re not going to let him drag you into the same conversations time and time again.

  • The Phillies run backward, a cheesesteak becomes a weapon, and Philly gets an even weirder robot | Weekly Report Card

    The Phillies run backward, a cheesesteak becomes a weapon, and Philly gets an even weirder robot | Weekly Report Card

    Another October, an even earlier exit: F

    There wasn’t even a moment Thursday night when it felt like the Phillies were going to do it.

    No big hit that made you sit up. No inning where the lineup started stringing things together. No “here we go!” moment. Aaron Nola gave up a three-run homer in the first inning of an elimination game, and from there, the Phillies mostly just watched their season end.

    And maybe the most frustrating part is how familiar it all felt.

    The bats disappeared again. The Phillies scored just two runs and never found a way to consistently get people on base and keep an inning moving. Bryce Harper’s eighth-inning at-bat almost felt like a snapshot of the whole problem: Facing Chris Sale, he chased three pitches outside the zone, struck out, and initially didn’t even realize the third strike had gotten away from the catcher.

    This team has become far too dependent on Harper or Kyle Schwarber hitting the ball out of the park. The Phillies haven’t won a playoff game without a homer from one of them since Game 4 of the 2023 NLDS. Sometimes you need a single up the middle. Sometimes, somebody just needs to get on base.

    And now look at the trajectory: World Series in 2022, NLCS in 2023, NLDS in 2024, NLDS again in 2025, Wild-card exit in 2026. That’s not running it back. That’s running backward.

    Everyone feared last winter that bringing back essentially the same core would produce essentially the same problems. Somehow, it produced an even worse result. And now changing course gets harder: Harper, Schwarber, and Realmuto will all be 34 or older next season, while Trea Turner turns 33 with seven years left on his contract.

    The window isn’t necessarily closed. The rotation alone gives this team too much talent to say that.

    But the chance to change this roster before another wasted October has already passed.

    They can’t spend another winter convincing themselves that next year the same group will finally be different.

    The pink, fuzzy, potato-shaped Awebot encounters an Uber Eats delivery robot in Old City, Philadelphia, Sept. 25, 2026. Awebot was created by artist Madison Polidoro.Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    Philly fights robots with a weirder robot: A

    The Uber Eats robots rolling around Philly have been called dystopian, creepy, and a sign of our increasingly automated future.

    Naturally, Philadelphia responded by making a much weirder robot.

    Meet Orifice the Awebot, a two-foot-tall pink creature with blinking blue eyes, blond hair, a permanently hanging tongue and — because apparently those features weren’t enough — an actual orifice on its rear end, as Stephanie Farr reported.

    Artist Madison Polidoro created Orifice for the Ministry of Awe to act as a lighthearted counterpoint to the delivery bots, and it now roams Old City remotely controlled by a human, startling tourists, confusing dogs, and occasionally confronting Uber Eats robots.

    Imagine knowing none of this and turning a corner near the Betsy Ross House to find that thing silently rolling toward you. Is it less dystopian than an Uber Eats robot? Debatable. Is it significantly more Philly? Of course it is.

    Man throws cheesesteak through Pat's window
    Video: Man throws cheesesteak through Pat’s window

    Please don’t make cheesesteak throwing a thing: F

    Of all the things Philadelphia could become known for on social media, throwing cheesesteaks at people cannot be the next one.

    A customer at Pat’s ordered a cheesesteak with Whiz and onions Wednesday, and instead of sitting down to actually eat it, the customer exchanged words with general manager Tom Francano, hurled the sandwich through the window at him, and ran away.

    And yes, he was filming the whole thing.

    The video later appeared online as a “food review” — titled “I Threw This Cheesesteak in His Face Geno’s Steaks.” Wrong cheesesteak shop, guys.

    Pat’s owner Frank Olivieri offered a $5,000 reward, his IT team traced the video back to social media accounts, and by Thursday, the man had turned himself in.

    Police charged him with harassment, and YouTube terminated the account where the video appeared. As Olivieri put it: “Thank God for stupidity.”

    Hopefully that brings an end to Philadelphia’s brief experiment with cheesesteak-based assault. But seriously, let’s just eat the cheesesteak. There’s no need to weaponize it.

    Philadelphia Eagles linebacker Jalyx Hunt grabs Chicago Bears running back Kyle Monangai during the Chicago Bears game against the Philadelphia Eagles at Soldier Field on Monday, Sept. 28, 2026 in Chicago.Monica Herndon / Staff Photographer

    Can we stop embarrassing ourselves?: F

    As if the Phillies hadn’t already done enough damage this week, the Eagles and Flyers decided to contribute.

    The Eagles set the bar pretty low Monday night with a 27-7 loss to the Bears, a game in which the offense turned the ball over three times, the defense got picked apart by 38-year-old third-string quarterback Case Keenum, and Nick Sirianni acknowledged afterward that pretty much nobody played or coached well.

    Two nights later, the Flyers opened their season at home with more excitement surrounding them than there’s been in years.

    They lost 7-0. To the Penguins. The same rival they knocked out of the playoffs last spring. The Flyers were booed off the ice after getting outshot 38-19 and looking nothing like the team that made hockey fun again six months ago.

    Thursday was better, if only because it would have been difficult to be worse. Backup goalie Joseph Woll made 41 saves against the Devils and somehow kept the Flyers in it. They even held a 2-1 lead in the third before giving up the tying goal and losing, 3-2, in overtime.

    So, progress? Technically?

    The Phillies are done. The Eagles just got blown out. The Flyers are 0-1-1 and have already been outscored 10-2.

    We’re not even a week into October. Can everybody please stop embarrassing us?

    Science educator Jake Cook lets visitors feel the skin of a pangolin — a scaly anteater — at the Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University on Sunday, Sept. 27, 2026, on the last day that the museum is scheduled to be open.Tom Gralish / Staff Photographer

    Can someone please save the Academy?: D

    The Academy of Natural Sciences closed Sunday after nearly 200 years of welcoming the public. About 8,000 people visited Saturday alone, more than 100,000 people signed petitions to save it, and families spent its final day leaving notes on the walls and saying tearful goodbyes.

    And yet, there may still be a lifeline.

    The William Penn Foundation has offered to cover the operating subsidy Drexel had been providing for at least another year, giving everyone time to figure out whether there is a sustainable way to keep the museum alive.

    Drexel hasn’t said yes. It hasn’t said no, either. The university says it needs more specifics and that the building has significant maintenance needs, which are all reasonable things to be sorted out. But sort them out.

    This people of Philadelphia just spent a month making it abundantly clear how much the Academy means to people. The money being offered wouldn’t solve every problem, but it could buy something Drexel claimed it didn’t have when it announced the closure: time.

    The dinosaurs are already behind locked doors. At least give this a real chance before deciding they stay there.

    A closer look at the Sixers’ black jerseys from the Allen Iverson era that are set to return for the 25th anniversary of their NBA Finals appearance.Courtesy of the Sixers

    The black jerseys are back. Again.: A+

    Last year, the Sixers brought back the Allen Iverson-era black jerseys for the 25th anniversary of the 2001 Finals team. They were supposed to be a one-season nostalgia trip.

    Apparently, everyone took one look and said, actually, let’s keep those.

    The Sixers announced their six-uniform rotation this week, and the beloved black alternates made the cut again, despite classic uniforms typically being reserved for anniversaries. Which means this season we get the slightly surreal sight of LeBron James wearing an Iverson-era Sixers jersey!

    Honestly, what more evidence do we need? They looked great in 2001, they looked great last season, and they’re going to look great on LeBron, Tyrese Maxey, and Jaylen Brown.

    Definitely a uniform we should NOT retire any time soon.

  • 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.

  • To get closer to God, these six women moved into a ‘house of discipleship’

    To get closer to God, these six women moved into a ‘house of discipleship’

    Peace Ike was raised Christian, but in 2017 she found herself in a “low-faith place,” as she describes it. Demoralized and uncertain of what to do next, she traveled to Greece with three close friends.

    During hours of conversation and reflection there, she had a revelation: God wanted her to open a communal space. So upon returning to Philadelphia, she purchased a six-bedroom house in Germantown. She was single, without roommates, or a plan for how to pay the mortgage.

    “When I hear things clearly, I go for it,” Ike, now 41, said.

    Within two months, the rooms were filled, she said.

    Originally, the house didn’t have a spiritual focus, though Ike, who works as a strategist on workplace culture and conflict, would sometimes host worship nights. She hadn’t selected for religious roommates, but she saw her role as helping people to “live well” and grow spiritually. She began her own mornings with devotional time; she would invite people to stay who had nowhere else to go, and pray with strangers who were suffering.

    By its second year, the house had become an intentional “Christ-centered” place. As Ike described it in a recent post for a new roommate, “We range in ages from 29-47 and we truly love the Lord and each other … The greatest thing that bonds us is our passion for Christ.”

    When a new roommate moves in, the women have a long hangout where they ask about pet peeves and personality types. Monica Herndon / Staff Photographer

    The house is now in its ninth year and is home to six women.

    Christina Levy, 31, has lived in the home for almost six years. Levy was born into a Christian Apostolic home in Jamaica; her father was a minister and her mother did missionary work. When she enrolled in Penn’s Graduate School of Education, she moved directly from her family’s home in New Jersey into Ike’s house.

    The women are all independent, with different schedules, but with a common vision for how they want to live. They joke that their kitchen island, where they bring their complaints and longings, is like church. Three of them also attend the same church in Bristol on Sundays.

    “It really feels like we’re sisters and we’re all connected by the same Father, and that’s God,” Levy said.

    The following, as told to Zoe Greenberg in separate interviews, has been edited for length and clarity and combined.

    On deciding to move in

    Levy: I tend to be the kind of person who looks for signs. Like, “Should I do this?” I felt like the Lord was really leading me toward this house.

    Even before the house was intentionally Christian, Ike hosted worship nights for neighbors and friends. Monica Herndon / Staff Photographer

    On welcoming new housemates

    Ike: Any time a woman moves into the house, we have a long hangout, and we get to know her. We go over personality types. We go over pet peeves. Are you a night owl or a morning person? How do you prefer to handle conflict? All of the things that you would want to know about someone that you’re going to be spending your life with.

    On becoming a ‘house of discipleship’

    Levy: No one’s trying to be Christian here. It’s not a rigid thing. All the girls that come in, it’s like they carry something that someone else in the house is going to need.

    Ike: There’s a term called ‘disciple’ in Scripture. Jesus had 12 disciples. He taught them everything he knew, and he always directed people back to God. Oftentimes, I’ll talk about this as a discipleship house. When it started, I was certainly discipling a lot of young women who needed direction in life. Now it’s like we are discipling each other.

    On whether non-believers can live there

    Ike: I always tell people, you don’t have to share our faith to be a part of this home, but I want them to know that it is the central thing that glues us. It’s in all of our conversations. When someone comes home and they’re having a hard day, we sit and we listen and we pray with them.

    On being a landlord among peers

    Ike: I have been very adamant about that — don’t treat me like a landlord. I am just one of y’all, but when something needs to be done, come and call me, and I’ll get it done right away. It allows me to feel like I’m at home with my sisters and not on the job all the time.

    On house rules

    Ike: With six women, we do not have men overnight. My experience has taught me that it’s really easy to get into conflict when we don’t know your boyfriend as well as you know your boyfriend. If you want to go spend time at his house, that’s fine. We also don’t do drug use.

    Peace Ike, right, bought the Germantown house after she had a revelation to do so. She lives there with five other women, including Kallie Jalal, left. Monica Herndon / Staff Photographer

    On kicking people out of the house

    Ike: It hasn’t always been roses. There have been girls who’ve just been dishonest, wanting to do those things that we agreed we would not do as a home. Part of the contract is when you do that, then we ask you to leave.

    On what comes next

    Levy: If anything would make me leave my sisters here, I feel like it would be a door opening for me to get my PhD or career elsewhere. And of course a man.

    Ike: When I pursue a relationship, I’m not going to live in the home with five other women with my spouse. The house can continue as a community house if there are women here who are invested in that. Anything is possible. I think that I am going to enter a season where I will enjoy some privacy with my spouse. I would love that for a short period. But then I know myself: Two years in, I’m like, “Oh, we should really rent out that spare room.”


    This story is part of a series about life partners across the Philadelphia area.

    If you want to share your story about who you’re navigating life with, romantically or otherwise, write to lifepartners@inquirer.com. We won’t publish anything without speaking to you first.

  • Dear Abby | Family gatherings marred by hate speech

    Dear Abby | Family gatherings marred by hate speech

    DEAR ABBY: All members of my family are white. When my children were smaller, an incident occurred at a family holiday. One relative has a history of making racist comments, so this time we told everyone that if it happened again, we would leave. He did, and we left. My husband raised his voice at that person and made polite excuses to everyone else about leaving early. Then we all stood up from the table, packed our things and drove two hours home instead of spending the night as originally planned.

    I will not repeat to you the comments that were made, but they were not microaggressions or subtle remarks. They were disgusting and violent, and I refuse to tolerate it. However, everyone else who was there disagreed with us. They said my husband ruined a perfectly nice family dinner and should apologize to keep the peace. I have told them repeatedly that they should apologize to us for making us stand up alone. They keep calling intervention-style family meetings to confront us about our behavior and say we need to repair the rift my husband caused. Were we out of line?

    — FAMILY FRICTION

    DEAR FAMILY FRICTION: That dinner was far from “perfectly nice.” Your husband was not out of line, and I applaud you for taking a stand. It’s too easy to downplay this kind of behavior for the sake of family harmony. By acting as a willing audience, your extended family became complicit in the hate speech. Unless they promise it will never happen again, I see no reason for you to attend any future gatherings with this questionable crowd.

    ** ** **

    DEAR ABBY: My siblings and I have a niece and nephew, our late sister’s children, both in their 40s. The niece is grounded, level-headed, and emotionally and intellectually strong. The nephew used to be like that but now can be a lot more sensitive and overly emotional and has a somewhat controlling wife.

    Our problem is that months and months, sometimes years, go by without hearing anything from them. Our nephew doesn’t return phone calls in general, but if we reach out when there’s a death or a hospitalization in the family, the niece processes things normally. Our nephew turns into a bowl of emotional jelly. He cries and is emotionally draining when we all need to pull together for someone else. When we explain that we can make time for him but that he needs to answer our calls or return them, he promises to do so but never follows through. His mental health is not good (and perhaps his wife isolates him), but we are at our wits’ end. How do we deal with this behavior?

    — EXASPERATED UNCLE IN OHIO

    DEAR UNCLE: This is the pattern your troubled nephew has established, and it isn’t likely to change. Deal with his emotionally draining behavior by making sure your niece is the one who gives him the news he needs to have. If he calls you for one of those draining conversations, limit the length and do not allow him to sap you.

  • A section of University City will now be called Black Bottom, again

    A section of University City will now be called Black Bottom, again

    Philadelphia City Council voted Thursday to formally recognize Black Bottom, a predominantly Black neighborhood in West Philadelphia that was largely demolished in the 1960s to make room for a research park and other institutional development.

    The resolution restores official recognition of a name that former residents have kept alive for decades, even as the area between 32nd and 40th Streets and University and Lancaster Avenues became known as University City. It also calls for future city communications and actions to acknowledge Black Bottom’s importance.

    The Black Bottom neighborhood includes the area between 32nd and 40th Street and University Avenue and Lancaster Avenue.Steve Madden

    The resolution acknowledges that displaced residents were excluded from the prosperity the new development created. But it does not provide compensation or establish a way for families to return. Councilmember Jamie Gauthier, whose district includes Black Bottom, introduced the legislation and described the resolution as a first step. “We still have much more work to do,” she said in an email, “but this is an important milestone in repairing the harm that the City and others inflicted here.”

    Black Bottom emerged during the Great Migration, when Black Southerners moved to Philadelphia in search of work and opportunity. By the mid-20th century, it was a thriving community of homes, businesses, theaters, and clubs. But after the passage of the 1949 Federal Housing Act, the city deemed the neighborhood blighted and used federal urban renewal funds to demolish it, clearing homes and businesses for projects backed by the University of Pennsylvania and Drexel University. Thousands of Black residents were displaced as a result, forced to resettle in new parts of the city.

    Those former residents and their descendants never forgot about Black Bottom, though. They have held annual reunions since 1974, while activists like Walter Palmer have spent decades documenting the neighborhood and organizing efforts to preserve its history.

    A Black Bottom celebration and renaming ceremony will take place on Wednesday, Oct. 7, at the northwest corner of 36th and Market Streets.

  • Meldoria Miles, award-winning cosmetologist and retired salon owner, has died at 88

    Meldoria Miles, award-winning cosmetologist and retired salon owner, has died at 88

    Meldoria Miles, 88, of Philadelphia, award-winning cosmetologist, longtime beauty school instructor, retired salon owner, mentor, and big sister extraordinaire, died Wednesday, Aug. 26, of heart and lung disease at Jefferson Abington Hospital.

    The oldest of 11 children, Ms. Miles grew up in a two-room farm house in rural Mercer County, Kentucky. Naturally affable and supportive, she not only helped her mother with the household chores, she mentored her younger siblings, giving good advice, styling their hair, and generally making life more pleasant.

    “She always helped people,” her sister, Maureen Meaux, said. “She listened to people. She was beautiful inside and out.”

    After high school, Ms. Miles moved to Louisville, went to beauty school, and styled hair for clients at a salon and privately in her home. She left for Philadelphia in 1971 to work for Luster Products Inc. and became so proficient at developing, testing, selling, and demonstrating personal care products that Luster sent her to workshops, demonstrations, competitions, trade shows, and conventions across the country and around the world.

    Ms. Miles was at home in her shop, El Salon, (above) and at personal care product events (center below).Courtesy of the family

    She was especially skilled at matching colors with style, and anticipating ever-changing cosmetic trends. In 1971, she was named dean of technicians at Luster. She helped develop its groundbreaking hair relaxing formula in the 1980s and was named educational director in 1991.

    For decades, Ms. Miles, often with her sister Maureen along as her model, traveled to cosmetology events in Canada, Europe, the Caribbean, Africa, and elsewhere. She was dynamic in front of crowds, her family said, and won competitions for her use of cosmetics and wigs, and awards for her innovation.

    In 1996, she was named Philadelphia’s hair dresser of the year by the Affirm hair care line.

    Ms. Miles opened her own five-seat shop, El Salon, in 1973 on East Washington Lane in West Oak Lane and managed it for 37 years. Before Philadelphia, she worked in sales and product development for two companies in Louisville.

    Above, Ms. Miles (front right) attended several beauty schools. Below, she (right) won several competitions for personal care skills.Courtesy of the family

    In 1974, Ms. Miles earned her teaching certification at the old Wilfred Academy of Hair and Beauty in Philadelphia. She went on to teach chemical hair relaxing, manicuring, and other personal care skills for decades at Wilfred, Devine, Pearson VUE, and Gordon Phillips beauty schools in Philadelphia, the National Beauty Culture League in Washington D.C., Clairol in New York, and Pivot Point Academy in Chicago.

    In addition to Wilfred, she studied at the National Beauty Culture League, Pivot Point, and Vidal Sassoon in Paris. In 1980, she took business management classes at the University of Colorado.

    She was good at everything, her sister said, but “she dedicated herself to hair.”

    Meldoria Louise Meaux was born Sept. 12, 1937. She moved to Louisville after high school and spent a year at the old Tucker’s Beauty & Barber School.

    Above, Ms. Miles sits with her children. Below, she (right) stands with Muhammad Ali (second from left) and others. Courtesy of the family

    She married James Miles, and they had a daughter, Lamarr, and a son, Gary. She and her husband divorced later. She married Jerome Wortham, and they divorced later.

    Ms. Miles lived in West Philadelphia and Mount Airy. She was active at church, taught Sunday School, and doted on her family. “She built a life of purpose, service, and faith,” her family said in a tribute.

    A friend said: “Mel was my teacher, mentor, friend, and I will miss our monthly visits and conversations.” Her daughter said: “She was the most caring, giving, positive, beautiful soul. She was effervescent. Her smile lit up the room.”

    In addition to her children, Ms. Miles is survived by four grandchildren, six siblings, and other relatives. Her first husband died earlier.

    Memorial services were held earlier.

    Ms. Miles “built a life of purpose, service, and faith,” her family said in a tribute.Courtesy of the family
  • 🎉 Fall festivals to enjoy | Outdoorsy Newsletter

    🎉 Fall festivals to enjoy | Outdoorsy Newsletter

    Happy October, friends.

    How’s “false fall” treating you? If you pulled your sweaters out thinking summer was done and dusted, you’re not alone. Soon enough, it’ll start to feel like autumn (real autumn).

    As the clock ticks on, we’re losing roughly 2½ minutes of sunlight each day, The Inquirer’s weather whisperer Tony Wood reports. One sure way to combat the negative effects of shorter days? “Get outside and move your body daily,” an expert told Wood.

    You don’t have to tell me twice.

    Here’s today’s itinerary:

    ⛅ Your weekend weather outlook: A mix of sun and showers. Friday will be warm, but temps will cool off Saturday and Sunday.

    — Paola Pérez (outdoorsy@inquirer.com)

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    From First Fridays to the Philly Bike Ride

    In Philly and the surrounding region, we have a variety of fall festivals and markets to embrace the season in good company.

    Here’s a preview of some lively events to look forward to:

    🏺 Mt. Airy Arts Fest (Oct. 3) at Allens Lane Park will have stations for painting, printmaking, and ceramics to make art with your own hands, along with live performances and food to enjoy.

    🧀 Manayunk Fall Festival (Oct. 17) lets you mac-and-cheese-crawl your way through local vendors. Plus, just one neighborhood over, enjoy free pumpkin decorating and more fun for all ages at East FallsFest.

    🍁 Cherry Hill Harvest Festival (Oct. 18) at Croft Farm will host a beer garden, free pumpkins, and a petting zoo.

    See our full roundup.

    News worth knowing

    🌳 Your outdoorsy experience

    My colleague Sam Stewart recently spent a couple of days in the Poconos and was excited to share this with us:

    These pics are from the Little Falls Trail in Promised Land State Park! It was SO beautiful, lots of water along the trail (including a waterfall!), and it was a super easy, 1.5-mile loop. It was my first fall hike of the year, the weather was incredible and the sun was shining 🙂

    Such a spectacular sight! I’m already planning my own trip up there. Thanks, Sam.

    How about you, dear reader? What’s happening in your neck of the woods? Email me with your favorite adventures or special outdoor memories (and pictures, if you have them). You may see it featured here.

    Tapping into agritourism

    🎤 Here’s rural reporter Jason Nark.

    Pennsylvania is home to tens of thousands of farms, and Airbnb wants you to stay on them.

    The short-term rental giant is partnering with the American Farmland Trust and recruiting Keystone State farmers — and even offering grants — to host guests and tap into the growing agritourism industry. The average farm stay listing on Airbnb, the company said, can make an extra $9,600 per year.

    Valerie and Jeff Fellenbaum said they’re making much more than that at Pleasant Pines Stables, their horse farm dating to the early 19th century in Lancaster County.

    “Once we started, we never looked back,” Valerie Fellenbaum said. “I would say, from March to about the end of October, we’re anywhere from 85% to 90% booked.” — Jason Nark

    Discover how farms in Pennsylvania and beyond are looking to agritourism to stay profitable and find alternate sources of revenue.

    Paola’s picks

    🚣 An activity: Find a good spot to watch sailboats hit the Delaware for the annual Philadelphia Regatta Cup.

    👟 A shoutout: Look out for these runners at the Delco 10 Miler.

    🐕 A fun pup-ortunity: Join “The Dogist” for a walk along the Schuylkill Banks and up the Rocky steps on Sunday.

    💡 A fall fact: According to Merriam-Webster, the term “autumn” entered English in the 1300s, and “fall” became the shortened version of “the fall of the leaves” in the 1600s.

    🎵 A song: “Fall in Philadelphia” by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

    An unassuming view

    There are spotted lanternflies hidden among these vines.Paola Pérez

    I believe this is a Virginia creeper plant, also known as woodbine. It also bears some resemblance to poison ivy. Avoid its berries, though — while wildlife can feed on them, they are toxic to humans.

    👀 Can you spot a spotted lanternfly among the leaves? By my count, I think there are at least two.

    Speaking of the invasive species, my colleague Nick Vadala reported this week about a man tricking at least 80 Pennsylvanians into paying for fake trainings and permits to contain the invasive species. Be wary of scams like that, folks.

    👋🏽 Our next adventure awaits!

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  • Orifice the Awebot is Philly’s ‘magical’ response to Uber Eats robots

    Orifice the Awebot is Philly’s ‘magical’ response to Uber Eats robots

    Orifice the Awebot rolled down the sidewalk across from the Betsy Ross House last Friday, striking joy, confusion, and mild terror in those who unexpectedly encountered her — and nobody expects to encounter a two-foot-tall, pink, potato-shaped robot with a dangling tongue, blue eyes, and a shock of blond hair.

    As I trailed behind the little bot, I could hear people whisper and scream.

    “Oh that’s adorable!”

    “What did I just see?”

    “It’s terrifying!”

    Tourists on top of a double decker bus pointed at her. Philadelphians who didn’t have time for whatever this nonsense was steered clear. But after the initial shock of seeing Orifice wore off, most people smiled and laughed, like Justin Lutz of California.

    Orifice the AwebotJessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    Lutz had already seen the Uber Eats robots on our sidewalks while visiting Philly and he immediately recognized that Orifice, despite being approximately the same size, was something quite different.

    “I bet you Betsy Ross never thought a little robot would be scooting around in front of her house,” he said. “I love the personality and it’s super cool. We don’t even have these in California.”

    I wanted to tell Lutz there’s a lot of great things we have in Philly they don’t have in California, like all four seasons and Gritty and the Phanatic, but I stopped short.

    “Have a great time in our city,” I said, instead. “It’s just this weird here all the time!”

    ‘Kind of like a dog’

    I was invited to follow Orifice around Old City with some folks from the Ministry of Awe (MoA), the interactive and immersive art installation created by Philly muralist Meg Saligman that’s housed in a 19th-century Old City bank.

    The “Awebot” was born out of one of MoA’s community Co-Creation Nights as people were bouncing around ideas and discussing the Uber Eats robots that have become ubiquitous in Philly since they descended upon our city in March.

    “We thought what if [robots] didn’t just bring things, what if they were used for purposes other than just delivery and business and commerce. Would that somehow let us reflect in a different way?” Saligman said.

    Artist Madison Polidoro (aka 10 Ton Fetus), a sculptor and metal fabricator whose human-animal-hybrid creatures like “Skin Horse” inhabit the bathrooms at MoA, brought Orifice to life. She’s affectionately known as the robot’s “mommy.”

    “Skin Horse” is one of the sculptures from artist Madison Polidoro that inhabits the bathrooms at the Ministry of Awe. Tyger Williams / Staff Photographer

    “What I find interesting about the Uber Eats robots is that they do create this kind of horror, this dystopian feeling in a lot of people,” Polidoro said. “So I was excited about the idea of making my own robot creature to sort of do an opposite thing where it could inspire something lighthearted and silly and fun and kind of magical.”

    Polidoro fabricated Orifice’s base out of aluminum and left an empty vessel in the center, so it can carry things. She made the skin out of weatherproof urethane rubber and included an orifice on the robot’s rear end, which is where it gets its name.

    Orifice is driven via a wireless remote but the range of the controller is quite far (at least half a city block), so the driver can remain pretty inconspicuous. The Awebot’s large blue eyes blink independently at intervals, but they can also be controlled by the operator. The dangling tongue, however, remains permanently out.

    Artist Madison Polidoro with her creation, Orifice the Awebot.Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    “She’s a sweetie pie who’s curious and likes to explore and try new things. And she loves attention. She’s kind of like a dog,” Polidoro said of her creation.

    ‘They’re gonna fight!’

    As a team of folks from MoA, including Saligman and Polidoro, set out with Orifice in Old City last Friday, they didn’t even get a few hundred feet down the block before people stopped to pet the Awebot and ask questions.

    “Is this a good hair day or a bad day for it?” a man in an Eagles jersey asked.

    “Does it poop?” another guy wondered.

    He was assured it did not.

    This yellow Labrador retriever was very dubious of Orifice the Awebot. Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    As Orifice rolled down the sidewalk, she scared a few dogs, people pulled over their cars to see her, and others ran across the street to take her picture.

    An Xfinity van driver sitting in his vehicle looked stunned as we passed. Then we made eye contact, he shook his head, I shrugged my shoulders, and were shared an “only in Philly” laugh.

    At one point, Saligman spotted an Uber Eats robot down the sidewalk and ran to stand in front of it and stop it so Orifice could meet it face-to-face.

    “They’re gonna fight!” Polidoro said.

    Alas, the meeting did not result in a new kind of BattleBots, but it was clear that at one point, a human must have taken control of the Uber Eats robot, because it skillfully maneuvered its way around Orifice and Saligman. I can only imagine what the person on the other end of that camera thought.

    An Uber Eats robot rudely ignores Orifice the Awebot on the sidewalks of Old City. Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    All the while, MoA staffer Jordan Rampulla — who served as Orifice’s “conduit to humanity” — encouraged people to interact with the robot, handed them fliers for the MoA, and told them to click a QR code on an MoA flag attached to the robot, which leads to a landing page about the creation on the MoA website.

    Orifice is not just MoA’s creative response to the dystopian Uber Eats robots, it’s also a inventive marketing tactic. While some people we met had heard of MoA, others had not, and they seemed interested in learning more about the experience after meeting its Awebot ambassador.

    ‘Bringing delight and surprise’

    As the little pink robot passed by the little pink Tarte’s Pastry Shop on Arch Street near Second, owner Teresa Wall popped outside of her business, stunned by what she saw.

    “It’s hysterical! We need more of that. I love it,” Wall said. “Any of this in today’s climate is great, any joy and laughter, we need it more.”

    When Stephanie Gentle, who was out walking her French bulldog, Frank, first saw Orifice, she worried it might be a new kind of delivery bot. She was relieved to learn it was a creation of the MoA.

    “I would much rather have this on the streets than an Uber Eats robot. It’s much less scary and much less evil,” Gentle said. “I’m so happy I ran into this. This made my day.”

    A passerby takes a photo of Orifice the Awebot as she roams the streets of Old City. Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer

    I too would rather have Orifice wandering around Philly than those Uber Eats robots any day. She’s the rare kind of robot that connects humans with each other and illustrates the creativity of humanity in a unique way.

    “When people see a lot of my creatures they intuitively connect with them through these anchoring points of the eyes and the skin and the hair and the orifices. Those are things that sort of force you to engage with another person when you look at them and meet them,” Polidoro said.

    “They also force you to engage with my work in a very specific way, and I think that that’s something that I’ve really been leaning into and enjoying lately in a time of food-delivery-robot-dystopian-level technology that’s sort of separating us all from those very basic, but fundamental, important human connections.”

    Polidoro and Saligman have big dreams for Orifice’s future. They’d like to take her to an Eagles tailgate and maybe out to lunch at Parc one day. If it doesn’t rain this Friday, they’re planning on bringing her to Elfreth’s Alley for the 11th anniversary celebration of the destruction of hitchBOT.

    Orifice will make special appearances at MoA and her upcoming public appearances around the city will be announced on MoA’s social media channels, though she could pop up anywhere, unannounced, any day.

    “She’s part of our bringing delight and surprise and letting it ripple through the city,” Saligman said.

    Artist Madison Polidoro with her creation, Orifice the Awebot. Jessica Griffin / Staff Photographer