Looking back on a week's worth of local craigslist hijinks... Fashion-conscious hipster-lover reaches out to a foxy girl in a grandma sweater he peeped on Wednesday in Old City. We are relieved to infer the attraction does not extend to his own grandma. To the girl who assures us she is not creepy, just cheap—tell us if your scheme works because we think paying rent is bullshit too. But if it doesn't work, we're sure......

With Mother’s Day around the corner, I turn my attention to that special someone, a someone who is so important in the makeup of the universe that she has a whole 24 hours named after her. My Mother. My Mother was an amazing woman. She was a single Mother and yet she knew the atomic weight of every element on the Periodic Table. She was stern but fair. When my sister and I would fight......

Since the beginning of this series, we at Phillyist have always attempted to unearth the most obscure and bizarre tales in relation to the state—not just your run-of-the-mill, middle-of-the-road regurgitations—and this week is no exception. What we have in store, although brief, is about as obscure as it gets. We bring you the true story of the spectral black goat! Okay, so it's hardly nerve-shredding or spine-chilling, but it happened at an unnamed remote location......