Here it is, the apartment house at 50th and Spruce where Isaac Asimov and the woman he should never have married lived during World War Two. In part because of his marriage, in part because of Philadelphia's muggy summers, and in part because his co-worker Robert Heinlein was being an asshole, Asimov hated living in Philadelphia.
Yet afterwards, when he was the most famous science fiction writer in the universe, Asimov came back to Philadelphia every year to attend Philcon -- to be on the panels, to leer down women's blouses, and to invent limericks based on your name. To chat with anyone who wanted to.
Asimov paid us back. Now Philadelphia has begun to pay him back for paying us back.
Saturday, a mob of Philadelphia geek luminaries -- science fiction writers, fans, comix people, and self-identified geeks -- got together at the park across from his former dwelling to sign a petition for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania to erect an historical marker in front of it.
Will this work? I'll keep you posted.
And as always . . .
I'm on the road again. So I can't promise to be on time with the next post. But I'll give it my damnedest. Honest.