Pratt Street

932 Pratt Street

I went to Pratt Street today.  It was a little hard to imagine it as the Measure of Success.  The Achievement.  The Step Up.

Hmm… The steps.  The steps of Pratt Street.

So I sat on the steps and it helped. 

I let my mind wander and I wasn’t on the steps of a stranger’s North Philadelphia row house anymore.  I could see all the young and beautiful people, I could hear the echoes of a family filled with hope and pride, all the happy go lucky siblings who banded together and made it to the big city.

The magic is in the steps. 

I guess that is why I have always liked stoop-sitting.  It’s in my blood.


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