Results tagged “mainline”

• SEPTA officials are speaking out against the satirical "Notice to the Public" signs posted on the El.
• A Germantown man was killed today in a dispute over a bag of charcoal.
• A five-foot pet alligator has been removed from a South Philly home.

A week's worth of local Craigslist hijinks...

Dear SEPTA:

(Because we were.) DigPhilly let us know today that SEPTA will be offering free rides on any train leaving from or arriving in Center City after 6:30PM tonight and tomorrow night. This is to celebrate SEPTA's new extended hours (until 2:47AM!) on the R5 Paoli-Thorndale, R6 Norristown, and R7 Trenton lines. That means no rushing back fron New York to make your connection in Trenton and no leaving Manayunk before your favorite band takes the stage. It also means that your boring friends on the Main Line who always leave the party early can hang out with you until last call, no excuses. Why shouldn't we be celebrating along with SEPTA?

Every weekday of December (except for December 25, that is), Phillyist will be counting down to 2008 with our highlights from the past year and our predictions for the next. If you have a list you'd like to submit, let us know!

Sometimes, it's hard to resist the hate. You may not be having an especially bad day – you may in fact be in a good mood. But sometimes the snark comes so naturally that you have to marinate in it. Like it's Lawry's.

I have become, quite by accident, an occasional commuter. The boy, you see, still lives out on the Main Line until August, and once in a while, I end up staying at his place on a weeknight. We've both got places to be in the morning (he to his bar review class, I to my temping position), so he drives me to the train station, kisses me goodbye, and the fun begins. I'm not talking about the wait: as Amtrak continues its rail improvement initiative (or whatever they're calling it), the R5 is running ever later and later. This is a manners column, not a request that SEPTA start running on time. (We covered that one already.) No, no. The real fun is dealing with a group of rude commuters, many of whom have not yet had their morning coffee.

Dear SEPTA:

tells the story of how, in 1973, Jim Ellis (played by Terrence Howard) came to found Philadelphia’s first African-American swim team through the Philadelphia Department of Recreation in Nicetown.

Monday evening, at the TLA. Aaron LaCarte was spinning and Lily Allen had yet to (unenthusiastically) take the stage. Jill and I were commenting on what a mix the crowd was: teenyboppers, couples pushing 50, hipsters, unclassifiable folks there for love of music, and, well, what appeared to be a contingent of Main Line soccer moms to our right.