Those feet are made for walking up and down the good city of Philadelphia… and sometime out of it. My feet needed a vacation and found their way to a land that pretends to be the world… at least between June and September. On their way, they discovered the game of “handball” (pretty funny for a pair of feet), they resisted being thrown up in the air, they landed on a very interesting kind of island and they took me to the Hot Dog Eating Contest… 314 days (or so) early.

Where did they go?