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I was in Philadelphia earlier this week or the third of the six sessions of Asian Arts Initiative’s Sound Type Music Writers Workshop. I checked out of my hotel and had time to kill before my train back, so I wound up at The Post PHL, a few blocks away from William H. Gray III, 30th Street Amtrak Station.
While I was there, I came across a sign with a glorious dad joke. I couldn’t help but smile.
