Every stylish Phillyboy needs one of these bad-boy parkas! Whoo, hooo. Because every guy needs a pocket on his chest.

Every stylish Phillyboy needs one of these bad-boy parkas! Whoo, hooo. Because every guy needs a pocket on his chest.

When I was six years old, my mother took me to the library in Vineland, New Jersey. She pointed me to a stack of Hardy Boy books and said, “Pick five. ” That started my love affair with libraries. (Throughout my childhood, I have had a recurring fantasy of being accidentally locked in a library overnight. There’s something about being surrounded by bookshelves that really gets me going.) Continue reading