Here in Philadelphia we've gone Rocky-wacky. The big premiere was last night at the Prince Theater near Broad and Chestnut, and Sly Stallone was on hand to pose for endless photos and even take a dash up the Art Museum steps. But a little over a year ago, before Rocky Balboa was announced, on a hot August afternoon, I visited 1818 Tusculum Street, the little afterthought of a block that served as Rocky's home in the original.And man, were neighbors bitter:
Up at the corner, near 1818, there's a beefy man in a red and blue sports jersey. "Rocky's a bum," he says. "All the money he made, he should have fixed the neighborhood."Here's the complete story. (Photo by Michael T. Regan.)



1 comments:
More like the dark side of Philly whiners.
Waa! Rocky should fix our neighborhood. Waa! Whiners. Pick up a fucking broom and start sweeping yourselves, you whiners. Your neighborhood looks like shit because you live in it.
Sorry. Now I'll return to my happy-go-lucky liberal self.
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