I grew up in Philadelphia living in a red brick house on a neat, tidy block lined with maple trees, manicured yards and rows of red brick houses. When I walk in Old City, I stroll along old narrow streets laid with worn red brick. Originally, streets laid with brick were the most desirable, attractive and quiet. Today, listening to one’s footsteps walking along a historic street has its own charm. This small brick fragment was found on one of those streets.