I found this letter today that I sent to the Philadelphia Enquirer in the winter of 1994 while I was in Philadelphia, a city I'm still not sure I like. It seemed crowded and tacky, and I couldn't get anywhere near Independence Hall. Anyway, this incident happened on the way back to my hotel. Please keep in mind, I didn't look like a homeless person or a terrorist and I was willing to spend $17.50, which makes this true story so bizarre. This is the letter. I'd tell you the exact date, but I found it by accident on my computer and when I went for more detail, I couldn't find it.
A museum visit denied
On a cold, blustery day recently, I found myself heading back to my hotel when I passed the imposing Franklin Institute. Assuming I had enough for admission, I went in. I was wrong. Admission was $18.50.
At 72, I was surprised to learn that unlike most other museums, it offers no senior rate. That was a pity, because all I had was $17.50, and I did not have a credit card with me
After explaining my plight, I was amazed that they would not allow me in for being a dollar shy. When I complained to the guest services manager, he stood by the policy. I would have thought that for the reputation of the Franklin Institute, he might have taken a dollar from his own pocket. But no such act of generosity occurred. |Allan Provost, Miami, Fla.
