Next to Philadelphia’s busy downtown City Hall complex is a giant 10-ton steel clothespin. Since 1976 it’s been there, towering over the Broad Street subway entrance. Impressive. But the clothespin didn’t impress me as much as the man on the steps of the subway entrance. He would be there standing on one of the concrete platforms joining two sets of stairs rising up from under Philadelphia’s Broad Street with its cool air and signature Philadelphia subway odor. We’ll call him Norman. He suffered from MS or some other debilitating disease.
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