A recent trip to Philadelphia to visit a friend who I have not seen in a few years brought bake memories that I had nearly forgotten about. For a four year span in my early 20’s I traveled to New York City, Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington D.C. several times a week to attend electronic music events, also known as raves. Not working a real job, I was able to go to more of these than the average Joe and ended up working in the industry as a photographer. Being that I don’t live in any of these cities, traveling to them started to increase my awareness about the different nuances each place possessed.

Philadelphia smells like warm pee nearly year round, maybe thats why it has the nickname of Filth-a-delphia. Drive on 76 under the bridge by the South Street exit though and you will be engulfed in the smell of donuts and pastries from the nearby Tastykake bakery. I had nearly forgotten these smells and being introduced to them again brings back a rush of memories. It’s funny how our senses can instantly recall memories that have been nearly forgotten by a simple smell, all to welcome me back to the city of brotherly shove.

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