Last fall – when pre-election angst and anger were at their peak – Dave and I contacted over two dozen Philadelphia artists, writers and performers, and asked them to pose for our windows holding upbeat signs with words like create, collaborate, envision and, yes, VOTE….
Twenty-eight smiling artists lit up our South Philadelphia windows last October to remind us that we really do have more in common than not.
As you may recall, participants included everyone from singer Bobby Rydell and comedian Jennifer Childs, to jazz pianist Alfie Pollitt and sculptor Miguel Antonio Horn.
But there was one window, front and center, that was reserved for my earliest role model.
IN PHILADELPHIA, NEARLY EVERYONE READS….
Like today, the late 1960s were a confusing and complex time to be a teenager and, three days a week, I’d rush home from high school, tear open the Philadelphia Bulletin, and read Claude Lewis’ column.
Philadelphia’s first black newspaper columnist, Claude Lewis, during his Philadelphia Bulletin days. (Photo courtesy of the Lewis Family.)
And, yes, we’ve been handing out dozens of these pins, available at 
Corny perhaps, but indubitably true: 
No warrants in sight: Kate (second from left) with Nightline’s Ignacio Torres, Jasmine Brown and Dan Harris.
Go away! I’ll be out on Nov. 9….of, uhm, 2020.
The view on our second and third floors at East Passyunk Avenue and Tasker Street….
….and the bottom line on our first floor.
Twenty-eight smiling artists light up our windows at E. Passyunk & Tasker to remind you that the apocalypse isn’t quite here yet.
Say, haven’t I wandered through your living room?
You can see it just across from South Philadelphia’s “Singing Fountain” through election week.
Unexpected Philadelphia 