The Chancellor's Reception will be held in the Grand Ballroom at the Park Hyatt Philadelphia at the Bellevue, Broad and Walnut streets. No reservations are necessary.
This is the event at which even the city's busiest and most successful legal luminaries patiently wait in line to wish their leader and each other good luck in the year ahead.
Are any of you or your penny-pinching clients looking for the world's greatest rental deal? Here's a little teaser about what can be yours for the unbelievably low price of $1 per year, what I like to refer to as the quintessential rent-controlled bachelor (widower's rather) pad: "Every 500- to 700-square-foot apartment has its own entrance leading to a lane or a courtyard, giving it the feel of a house. The buildings are pretty, the architecture elaborate. The handles on the iron doorbells have different shapes such as a cloverleaf and a pine cone – a holdover from when there was less lighting and residents needed help at night to recognize their doors." If you're still not enticed, what if I told you Mozart's great-grandfather once hung his embroidered and feathered cap there?
These little beauts, part of a gated community in Augsburg, Germany, are obviously very much in demand, making getting your hands on one "like winning the lottery," according to one resident quoted by The Wall Street Journal. There's one other small catch – putting aside your tolerance for trans-Atlantic commuting. Appropriately enough, one of the key conditions for entrée into this veritable renter's paradise is prayer. That's right – prayer. To be more precise, all of the tenants in this Roman Catholic housing settlement must pray for its very deceased benefactor, Jakob (that's with a "K") Fugger "The Rich" (and his descendants of course) to enter the Pearly Gates. So who is this Fugger character anyway and what in God's name would've ever prompted him to bankroll this heavenly housing village, with thousands of grateful tenants served since 1520. Let's put it this way. From the sound of it, he was bling way back in the day, kicking it Renaissance style, of course, whatever that entailed. Venison by the ton, tipping in gold bricks, eunuch of choice for the weekly Bacchanal feast and festivities. Whether he was minting coins for the Vatican, bankrolling the Holy Roman Empire or steering Europe's spice trade, he rose to astounding prominence as one of the world's most powerful financiers. Of course when you’re an altruist with obscene amounts of money (think Donald Trump) there are always haters waiting in the wings, eagerly awaiting your fall from grace.