OK, so I’ve run out of Philadelphia song titles. Sure, I could have used Elton John’s Philadelphia Freedom, but that 1976 release to me marked the irreparable decline of his musicso, no, I won’t quote it.
Another breakfast in business casual, and it was off to the convention center. It figures that if I bought an umbrella yesterday, it would be lear and cooler today. I decided to walk.
Since I’ve already recorded some of my NECC observations in other entries, I won’t repeat them here. At lunch, I did make it over to Reading Terminal Market, as apparently, did most of the convention attendees. The lines were incredible for any place offering a Philly Cheesesteak sandwich. So what if we are in Philly? I can get a pretty darn good cheesesteak sandwich back in Greenville. What I can’t get is the variety of ethnic foods. I selected Nanee’s Kitchen, featuring Indian and Pakistani food. I had a wonderful lunch of chicken korma with nan bread.
Most of the day was spent searching for a place to sit. After days of walking, feet, knees, and legs were in agony. I sat through several vendor demonstrations I would have never fooled with normally. I tried to avoid accumulating the detritus that comes with these conferences – T-shirts , bags, and other gizmos. I did pick up a few new writing implements, one hat,and a calcualtor. I was also able to try out an Ipod for an hour or so, play keyboards with Garage Band, and win two copies of Scholastic Keys. I saw a couple of neat new things and made notes for the folks back home.
With legs hurting, I took the shuttle back, and thought to find a place close by for dinner – no walking. I headed on Walnut west of Broad into new territory. This is the ritzier section of town, with shops such as Tiffany’s and Sharper Image lining the street. There were also more very, very upscale restaurants. I was after simple. I found a little place called QDoba, similar to our Salsarita’s back home.
Back at the Inn, I collapsed.