The City of Brotherly Love for Philadelphia Yeah,that's right, I'm packing. I am. I'm packing my wallet, my keys, my watch, the card key to my hotel, my PDA , and my journal, with pen in case I get inspired on the subway. Yeah, and when I passed you on the Penn St. bridge, then stopped, I was only checking out to see if I could make out the hours for the Riverside Rink, lit up, not thinking you would catch me. No, but I guess I don't blame you, when you looked at me as I spun awayto follow you down the stairs to Columbus, and I guess I don't blame you when you stopped at 3 steps and looked at me as I passed you on the left, my engagement ring'tinging on the rail. I'm a guy, so by definition I am a danger. And you're a woman, reading a book as you walk across the bridge, but you're not sporting headphones, and you're not afraid to make eye contactwith me, some 6 foot tall, bulging layers' long haired, goatie sportin'200 pounds of potential...