June 14, 2015 |
Don Rossi wanted country living with easy access to major roads. His wife, Marian Rossi, wanted a historic house. It was 1991, and the couple, recently married, were relocating to the Philadelphia area from upstate Pennsylvania for Don's job. So, the two spread out a map, pinned the most desirable areas, and happily settled on what they've christened Terra Sanctum, a circa 19th-century house nestled on a wooded wonderland in Exton. The one-acre property was once part of a larger tract owned by William Penn.
October 15, 2012 |
ROSWELL, N.M. - In a giant leap from more than 24 miles up, a daredevil skydiver shattered the sound barrier Sunday while making the highest jump ever - a tumbling, death-defying plunge from a balloon to a safe landing in the New Mexico desert. Felix Baumgartner hit Mach 1.24, or 833.9 mph, according to preliminary data, and became the first man to reach supersonic speed without traveling in a jet or a spacecraft after hopping out of a capsule that had reached an altitude of 128,100 feet above Earth.
October 28, 2011 |
OK, this is really getting ridiculous. When last we polished off a plate of oxtails at the Jamaican Jerk Hut, the venerable Caribbean eatery at 15th and South, owner Lisa Wilson was still waging a David-and-Goliath battle with residents of Symphony House, a 32-story luxury condominium complex at Broad and Spruce. Never mind that the Zoning Board of Adjustment and Common Pleas Court had both ruled in the Jerk Hut's favor: Namely, that Wilson could play live reggae music for her customers on the lot next to the restaurant on weekends in spring and summer.
February 21, 2007 |
Celine Dreher cannot hear you, but sometimes she can hear Sarah, a creation of her malfunctioning brain who "speaks" to her from inside her head. This medical double whammy - deafness and schizophrenia - has left Dreher, 44, feeling doubly isolated for much of her life. She was the only deaf person in her group home, the only deaf person at the psychiatric hospital. "I felt like there was no communication," she said through a sign-language interpreter. She sometimes had to write notes to fellow patients and staff.
December 11, 2005 |
About 25 feet separate Jim Simpson's backyard from the roar of the turnpike A member of the Great Valley Association civic group, Simpson often walks out to his yard, holding a small sound meter. He measures the noise from tires and turbulence coming to an inescapable conclusion: "The turnpike makes a wonderful area less livable," said Simpson, 63, who moved to the Glenhardie area 22 years ago. As the Pennsylvania Turnpike Commission plans an expansion of the turnpike from four to six lanes between the Valley Forge and Downingtown interchanges, the association wants sound walls erected along the 6.2 miles cutting through Tredyffrin.
February 18, 2004
Commercial development and vanishing trees When I moved to Upper Merion Township 14 years ago, our community abounded with trees. We have a lot fewer now, and if our Board of Supervisors doesn't do something about it, we will soon have fewer still. The issue now is the removal of four acres of mature forest adjacent to a residential neighborhood, to be replaced with parking for more than 200 cars and a 72,000-square-foot commercial sports-development complex. All of this is just a seven iron from the Valley Forge Golf Course, which the State Supreme Court recently ruled could be developed into another King of Prussia mall.
June 3, 2003 |
The dirt started to arrive in the fall of 2000, not long after we moved into our new house in East Camden. Our neighborhood is quiet and clean, and our neighbors are nice. I would say our neighborhood is middle-class. There are a few boarded-up houses, but most of the houses are in pretty good shape. My neighbors and I keep up our houses nicely. In our house it's me; my wife, Yvonne; my middle daughter; her two children; and my youngest son. We have a single house with three bedrooms and a two-car garage.
June 12, 2001 |
All the people who live quieter lives behind the sound barriers of the Blue Route, the Pennsylvania Turnpike and, coming soon, a wider stretch of Route 202 have one man in particular to thank. Or, more precisely, one man and one machine. He's William Marion, 59, a friendly sort with gray hair escaping from under his hard hat and a blond mustache curling past his smile. The guys on the job call him "Uncle Buddy. " "She" - the machine is a female, Marion says - is a caisson drill, and she doesn't quite have Marion's equanimity.