Despite the heat and moving fatigue, I couldn't help gravitating to the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia. No, I have no credentials to anything going on, but thoroughly enjoyed a lunch at Reading Terminal Market by the Convention Center where the caucuses were happening and an hour or so to people watch as conventioneers streamed into the block-sized market.

While I ate my Soul Food, hundreds of others lined up at the myriad food booths and everything else on display there. Behind me in my line at the Soul Food booth was a Nun on the Bus! You might not know friend Gloria and I around 2013 went to the Tohono O'odham and Yaqui Reservations where tribal members met the nuns to tell how it was for them with their millennial-old nations divided by the Arizona/Sonora Border near Tucson and the border-crossing problems. We were proud to transport Sister Simone Campbell and another of the nuns to their Tucson housing afterward. The bus had broken down and was in the repair shop. Parishioners provided the housing and transportation.

What a surprise to find the nuns in Philly. They are at it again on a 16 state trip this time.

SEPTA workers were in their best uniforms, the floors and bathrooms in Jefferson Station were clean and in some cases refurbished. Helpers and information were readily available. Ben Franklin was probably smiling atop City Hall with democracy in action beneath his feet.

It was a good thing I sat down with my meal a bit early because the place rapidly filled and the lines grew long. Camera people from the networks to Convention Center workers were packing the place.

One of the places to sit down and eat the lunch you buy at Reading Terminal Market.

When I headed back to the train station an angry man pushed a pamphlet in my hand titled Beware Sharia Law is Coming. I gave it back and said, "No, it's not".

The trains ran on time but I heard that they were late during the early rush hours.