My brother didn’t want to go all the way to Maine with us on vacation, but he wanted to be there for my mom’s first airplane flight. So he flew with us to Philadelphia, where we had a layover. I suggested he take the train into town and get a cheesesteak at Steaks On South, which we really enjoyed when we went to Philadelphia a couple of years ago.

He did.

He is a big guy — 6 feet tall and about 230 pounds — and I wasn’t sending him through bad neighborhoods, so I wasn’t worried. But he was wearing a button-up shirt with palm trees on it, and he thinks it it must mean something in Philly. He says several drug dealers approached him on 5th Street and offered him a chance to look through the merchandise. Basic pot, an assortment of mushrooms, you name it.

As he refused, he said the dealers were very nice. He had a great sandwich at SOS and took a cab back to the airport.