Philly Funeral Fanatics

As a transplant resident, I am intrigued by Philadelphia’s automotive tradition with regard to funeral processions. Not long after I arrived in this fair city, I was driving down Eleventh Street. As I passed through a four-way stop, I noticed that the approaching car was speeding up not slowing down, so I quickly stopped and watched as this procession of limousines charged through the intersection. I finally was barely able to make out the word “funeral” on a small flag. I have since crossed paths with these processions on a number of occasions. In fact, the other day, I was on campus when I witnessed a procession driving down Montgomery Street. This is a high pedestrian traffic area, but this did not stop the procession from barreling down Montgomery with reckless abandon. When the lead car nearly hit four students, the driver honked and one of the pedestrians yelled at him. Then the

procession continued.

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As someone who has lived in New Orleans, I am no stranger to odd funeral traditions. I am told that the hard charging funeral procession is a common occurrence in the city. Is this tradition legal? I certainly have no problem paying deference to a funeral procession. I believe it is proper to do so. However, I do not wish to have my life endangered by one, since I do not wish there to be a premature procession in my honor. I believe this is the heart of the issue. When I first moved to Philadelphia, I marveled at the sheer number of funeral homes, particularly in South Philadelphia. I figure they must form a powerful political lobby in the scope of city government. I am, in fact, suggesting that this lobby group (Big Funeral) holds a great deal of sway when it comes to the city’s ability to regulate the speed of a funeral procession. Why would they do this? Well, dangerous processions lead to more accidents and more funerals. The financial motive is clear. We must stop before it is too late.

Behind the byline: Emily Gleason on Avenue North

Our first entry in our weekly series looking at the story behind the article as yold by the reporter. This week: Emily Gleason commenting on her article “Recycling bins finally come to The Edge“. – ed

main_home.jpgHi! Excuse me? Excuse me….Hi, My name is Emily Gleason and I’m writing an article for Temple News…could I ask you a few questions?

Sure words are powerful, but I seriously doubt that I’d have any student opinion in my last article had it not been for my athletic coordination or strategic self placement. Yes, when I needed student opinion from Edge residents, I stalked that catwalk of asphalt leading to the building like a German Sheppard watchdog patrolling her turf. Like a hunter I watched, selected, and pounced upon my prey-harvesting precious opinions and priceless quotes. Often, these residents would shy away from this strange girl with the funny hair and discrete note pad. After all, didn’t our parents teach us not to talk to strangers? As for the ones who dared, they doled out their personal information in Dixie plastic spoons, and gave opinions that were just as shallow. Are we that unsure of ourselves that we are afraid to give our full name with our thoughts? People are too wishy-washy, when asked a question, they give a trailing answer and then look to their friend for the rest.

Read the article at Temple-News.com