Image courtesy of Dimitra Tzanos

Efprepeos and Polivios

I’m looking at the Cosmos Philly website to see what is happening in the community and catch up on some local news. I see the “Name Day” box on the right side and read the names for the name days being celebrated today, tomorrow, and the day after.

Artwork Installation, Ellis Island. Photo: Colin Howley

The Times, They Are A Changin’

The day I was born in 1958 in New Jersey, the doctor turned to my father and asked, “What is your son’s name?” My father, being a proud Greek, replied, “Argyrios, after his grandfather.” The doctor, baffled, stared at him.

  Steve Wilde

Greek Men… We Screwed Up

I’ve been debating about, first, writing this article, and second, posting it. I have decided to do both. For this occasion, I have dressed in armor for the onslaught of criticism, hate mail, and the evil eye I suspect I will receive.

  Kevin Chang

This is a Final Exam for 2014

Another year has come and gone and soon 2015 will be upon us. I have tried to educate you in the ways of Greek-Americans (and Canadians too). I have tried to broaden your horizons. I have tried to instill in you the pride in our culture.


Son of Hartoura! – The Art of Throwing II

Previously, I published the post, “Hartoura – The Art of Throwing”, where I discussed the different styles of throwing “tips” on Greek bands or someone dancing, especially if dancing a zembekiko. The response was unbelievable.

Atlantis Of Phila

The Monkeys Are Here

“c0″>At a recent Greek festival, I was sitting down drinking a Frappe, people watching, enjoying the weather, and listening to the haunting melodies of the bouzouki coming over the loudspeakers. Ahhhh… the sound of the bouzouki. An instrument that makes your emma rise to heart attack levels when it solos.


I hate Cosmos Philly!

The first thing that comes to your mind is how I got Cosmos Philly to publish this article with a title like that? Easy, my lawyers are bigger and more expensive than the Cosmos Philly lawyers. Mine are smart too. I don’t pay them all that money for nothing.

Image courtesy of Dimitris Papazimouris

The Leftovers

I like leftovers. I’m sure most of you out there agree. But, no, I’m not talking about leftovers like meatloaf, turkey from Thanksgiving dinner, or Mom’s spanakopita from Easter. What I am referring to are those Greek guys.


Honor and Remembrance – The Greek Veterans Post

During the 20th Century, men and women from all four corners of the United States, including from the Philadelphia/Delaware Valley area, answered America’s call and went to fight its wars.

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