Anyone seen the guy using a wheelchair and belting out Luther Vandross (or other terrible 80s R&B) via his old boombox lately?
Anyone seen the guy using a wheelchair and belting out Luther Vandross (or other terrible 80s R&B) via his old boombox lately?
My favorite old time crazy was a guy I called 'Kung Fu Jesus'.
I used to work on Chestnut Street and every morning, particularly in the summer, I would see this guy walking west along Chestnut. A scraggly and shirtless fellow with a wild beard, he had the appearance of someone not to be disturbed. His daily ritual was this:
He would approach every single tree and lamppost along the sidewalk, wave his hands in front of it for a few moments as if he were blessing it and then proceeded to violently kick and punch said tree/lamppost for a few moments before moving along to the next one and repeating the process. He never approached or engaged any people that I saw but his act certainly startled passersby. Some of my coworkers found him as amusing as I did and he became morning entertainment.
Haven't seen him for years (this was 2002-2004).
I'm amazed by this thread. Making fun of the homeless isn't funny. This could be any one of you, given a wrong turn on your luck. Where's your tolerance? The city is full of nuts & calling the police because you're annoyed is equally nuts.
I always wondered what the phenomenon was with homeless people writing on cardboard signs and then wearing them. This is done by homeless in every city I've been to. How do they all know to do that? It's like they all belong to an underground college where they've been taught "Cardboard Signs 101."
The one that stands out the most to me is this tall white haired black dude. He would get close to you and stick his hand out, "Hey, can I have some money?"
When you would tell him you have none, he'd smack his teeth, then wave his hand down at you, saying "mannnnnnn!"
What happened to the FUN CRAZY PEOPLE like
the guy who used to dance on the corner of 15th and JFK while wearing headphones as you waited until your bus arrived at the 15th and JFK bus stop. He was dancing like Michael Jackson
Now he was CLASSIC
Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do.
Yes, it is a motorized chair and likely the same guy. I used to see him all the time, but not as much in recent months. I remember a week before Occupy Philly eviction he was singing some song down on the Dilworth steps about how everyone needed to go... do something... and something about love.
This is a tragedy decades in the making. Mental hospitals were closed a long time ago by misguided do-gooders. They were supposed to have been replaced by mental health community centers that never materialized. Former mental patients had nowhere to go but the streets. Life in a mental hospital may have been medieval, but at least these people were out of the elements, had a place to sleep, three meals a day, and wouldn't victimize others be victimized by others.
Spot on.
These places needed reform, not destruction. More oversight, better facilities, more humane treatment, a better system for placing people in these facilities, and a better method of rehabilitating them to society would have saved many lives (not to mention many millions of dollars spent in repairs and cleanup directly caused by their misdeeds).
Titicut Follies is a 1967 American documentary film directed by Frederick Wiseman, about the treatment of inmates/patients at Bridgewater State Hospital for the criminally insane, a Massachusetts Correctional Institution in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. The title is taken from a talent show put on by the hospital's inmates. (The talent show was named after the Wampanoag word for the nearby Taunton River.) In 1967 the film won awards in Germany and Italy. Wiseman made a number of such films examining social institutions (e.g. hospitals, police, schools, etc.) in the United States.
Titicut Follies (1967) - YouTube
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