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We aren’t signing our eight-year-old daughter up for travel soccer. At least, I’m pretty sure we aren’t. Like, 96.3 percent sure. Maybe.

At the bottom of a steep block on the west side of Scranton, next to a clapboard home with peeling white paint, there’s a pizza […]

I was 13 years old in 1976—not exactly a budding patriot, but a good enough student of American history by that point to understand that […]

He never admitted to anyone that it was a crazy idea, even though at first glance it was obviously crazy. He did keep a self-deprecating […]

Head to The Main Line, home to the estate that inspired The Philadelphia Story, and houses like this one are hard to come by. In […]

Part I: The Monster Smiles The phone rang near 8:30 one night, and an automated message played: “You have a call from a federal inmate,” […]

Last February, Philly.com posted a heartwarming story, also published in the print edition of the Daily News, about a North Philly peewee basketball team that […]

Dick Morris punched his ticket for Philadelphia in the week leading up to the presidential election. Most pundits expected a close finish. A good number […]

What’s your full name? Where are you? What month is it? What day of the week is it? Walter Keller tried to speak, but no […]

There was no way around it—this totally crossed the line: A drunk, married dad-of-two was spied canoodling with a random woman in the middle of […]