Small insults can wreck a community
Don’t let the back-to-school ads fool you. August is still an infant and summer’s only half over. The U.S. government has finally (temporarily) solved its debt-ceiling crisis, so for the time being things at the federal level are dullsville.
I love driving on I-95 through Northeast Philly. Nothing is so relaxing as casually glancing at your mirror and being freaked by the massive headlights of a screaming 16-wheeler that’s six inches off your bumper, pushing you to do 70, 75, and then the trucker mercifully blows right by you, the back of his trailer tagged with one of those signs that ask, “How’s My Driving?”
Social Security gives to the undeserving
Mayfair and Holmesburg remain relatively stable communities in Philadelphia’s greatest section, the Great Northeast, so it should come as no surprise that the good folks who live and do business there — and the politicians who represent them — are coming out of the woodwork to prevent the area from becoming a magnet for drug addicts.
Cardinal Justin Rigali probably deserved better. He was just overwhelmed by a devil of a difficult time, a prelate lacking the power to change either perception or the course of things, and his resignation as archbishop is an appropriate response.
You won’t see this eyesore at the CEO’s home
In hard times, art is often the first thing to go.