I'm afraid there's no way I can go flying to Philadelphia, not even for the pleasure of meeting some of you fabulous KPs (Keeb Peeps) I've admired, enjoyed and annoyed now for 700-odd (and I do mean odd) posts.
It's just as well, for if I did attend, the moment I started seeing all of you in person—and, of course, there'd be those fabulous keebs scattered about, let's not forget about them—I'm sure my heart would be filled with so much love, keebly rapture and so on, I'd have to be rushed to a hospital or the lobby bar (preferably the latter) for medication.
For years it was rumoured that the grave of comedian W. C. Fields said I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia. I, too, will be wishing I was there, and not even as an alternative to being dead. May you have a fabulous time. Please type a few characters for me.