Days of Future Past

Meet me on South Street, hurry on down...

South Street Royalty: Susan with then husband Bob Ingram

and illustrator/author, Charles Bordin, struttin' South Street, circa 1981. ©Nick D'Aquanno

As I settle into life back in the US of A, I'm able to spend more time reestablishing contacts and context. For one brief shining period that was known as Camelot, my husband Bob Ingram and I owned an amazing bi-weekly newspaper, the SouthStreet Star. Those were wild and wooly times in the early eighties when the buzz and fumes of the late sixties and seventies were fresh. Alternative newspapers provided a critical link between the corporate and sometimes monolithic coverage of what was then the hay day of corporate news, whether it was print or media. There were basically three daily newspapers in Philadelphia at that time: the morning paper - The Philadelphia Inquirer, it's more 'earthy' or more 'blue collar' sister - The Philadelphia Daily News, and the grand old dame of Market Street - The Philadelphia Bulletin. Papers like ours were the blogs of the time. We had barely any funds but we had buckets of fun. And chutzpah! We had loads of that too. We checked our facts and went for the stories that dailies and weeklies didn't have the luxury of covering.

George Thorogood ©Nick D'Aquanno

Long interviews with South Street Rockers, for example, including guest rockers like George Thorogood were par for our course. In October Ruth Snyderman, Julia Zagar and some other formidable South Street nobility are planning a reunion. I'll post more when I know more. In the meanwhile, hurry on down, meet me on South Street, the hippest street in town.