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February 18, 2019 |
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Philly's lost its edge, the bartender said... a minute later a fight broke out, fists on flesh, overturned chairs. Not at work! was all he could say, reluctant to get between them; a third guy broke it up but the shouting went on and on. we patrons just smiled and no one left even though it meant waiting extra long to order lunch because of this battle in the kitchen staff civil war. Philly's changing, Seattle's changing, everywhere's changing. the only thing that doesn't change is death--and that's just a guess. does death die? deep thoughts for shallow minds as i ambled up schuykill east bank to PMA, drifting alone, weightless, whelmed, as tourists flocked for Rocky selfies outside. each generation forgets the one before last. what then? |
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