Apparently I was in Philadelphia in 1992. I don’t remember it, so I was really looking forward to a brief sojourn in Ben Franklin’s home town while the Peace Corps shot me up with the typhoid vaccine. I made a Philly "hits list" and then preceded to tell everyone I know that on January 6th (or 7th) I would eat my first ever Philly Cheesesteak on the steps of Independence Hall, basking in the copper glory of the Liberty Bell. If my last US meal was a greasy meat sandwich next to a beloved American bell, I could die happy, or at least leave for Bangkok happy. Then, if I got around to it I would go see the fictional site of Paddy’s Pub.
I was very sure that staging was in Philadelphia . My mind’s eye had seen it written all over the place. It was clearly noted in my invitation packet and written on the walls of PC Mecca, Peace Corps Wiki.
So in a “Classic El” move I shared with the other volunteers that staging was in Philadelphia . I think they were jealous that the Peace Corps chose me as the sole recipient of this knowledge.

Already being the laughing-stock of PC Thailand I can deal with but I’m struggling with the cheesesteak insecurity. Not being a beef fan, they may look better than they taste. But dammit, they’re as American as the Liberty Bell and that’s good enough for me.