Josh Cohen February 21, 2010
Save Your Seconds for Ira Lennon
Philadelphia, the city of unearthed worms on sidewalks during a rare sunshower. Ira Lennon basks on the sunnyside of Rittenhouse Park as he waits for the path of least resistance to open up; an opportune time in which Ira can make his claim, collecting the scraps of business lunches and studio breaks, after the insufferable onlookers of the well todo dog walkers, the pseudoart students, and the lines of children holding hands, who all think to themselves, “why doesn’t he get a job?” have all left the park. The truth, for Ira, at least, is that although the path he chooses leads to an incessant growling stomach, he feels no shame in how finds his dinner. At the age of 22, Ira doesn’t at all look like he lives on the street. That’s because he doesn’t. The community college enlisted illustration major lives in a house with three other young men his age. But, if there’s no shame felt, why even wait for the ‘highbrows’ to leave the park? “Well it’s a matter of common sense”, he says, “The maximum chance of finding scraps is after everyone’s had a chance to deposit their trash”. Why not just get a job, or ask your parents for money for food? These are typical middle class questions often facing Lennon who subscribes to the philosophy known as Freeganism. One may consider the diseases that may be contracted or self inflict by rummaging through the dayold bagels in a dumpster behind a strip mall. Lennon braves