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During one beautiful weekend back at the very start of summer my super amazing wife and I had found ourselves in that most between-DC-and-New York of cities, Philadelphia! This was a city we had both visited in the past, and purportedly on purpose (long-time readers will of course recall my Peace Corps Staging took place in Philly). Our main goal in this trip was to see our friend, but besides that our main goal was going to be art. On my super amazing wife’s previous trip to Philadelphia she seems to have seen everything besides the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and this had left a decade-long hole in her vision of the city she was longing to fill in. Meanwhile my major association with Philadelphia was in fact art. Back in my Academy days I had gone one summer up to see another friend and during that brief trip visited the Institute of Contemporary Art. Frankly, this left me befuddled and confused. I had foolishly figured “contemporary” and “modern” were synonyms, and walked in…

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