Day 12: The City of Brotherly Love

How fitting! Went to one of the world's greatest beer bars, Monk's, for dinner last night with my cousin Alisha and her friend Emily. Good times had by all. This was, of course, after I discovered one of the filaments on my taillight had burnt out, went to a New Jersey motorcycle shop to buy a new one, then returned to discover I had left my lights on. You have to be careful not to leave the jumper cables on for too long when jumping a motorcycle battery or you'll fry it from giving it too much voltage. Much like a man on steroids, too much juice will make your bike shoot blanks. Anyway, I did finally make it into Philadelphia after a delightful stay in Collingswood with Uncle Jeff and "The Girls" (Aunt Lisa, Amanda, and Callie). On my way out the door their youngest, a senior in high school, got her first college acceptance letter...Congratulatioins Callie! I have really enjoyed sharing stories, hugs, and food with everyone for the last two weeks. Friends, family, and complete strangers...all who have aided and abetted me on this long trek will be a part of my volunteer experience in the coming year. You all have certainly done your part, and now it's time for me to do mine! Rochester here I come!