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Okay, I know that many, many of you are not from Philadelphia and don't even care that Philadelphia exists. But if you are, I must insist that you go to Philadelphia Will Do, where there's a full accounting of the Milton [Street] Man March. For those not in the know, Milton Street is the brother of our Mayor John Street, and is possibly the greatest figure of fun the city has to offer. Thank god he thinks he's running for mayor. Otherwise I was going to fall asleep for the duration of the coming mayoral campaign.

To do this right, first do this:
Milton Man March: By The Numbers

And then, because it all gets better every minute Uncle Milty's in the race, next go here for a video of him singing.

If there is a God, he is smiling on Philadelphia right now.

[Pictured: Milton Berle, the far-less-ridiculous famous Milton.]

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Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.