I'm still reveling a bit in the afterglow of a very nice day on Saturday, strolling the streets and snapping photos. Thanks for your kind words and for indulging me. Just one more bit of advice. If you're visiting our fair city (I don't know what that means) and you want a cheese steak because you've been told that you need to eat one if you visit, do yourself a favor. Stay away from anything that says "Philly Cheese Steaks" unless you're in the Reading Terminal Market or at Citizen's Bank Ballpark. Then, you can visit Rick's Steaks. His ancestors invented the thing and you'd be failing yourself as a human eating consumer if you didn't stop and indulge. Forget that nonsense you hear about Geno's and Pat's. They're carpetbaggers. Go downtown or to the ballpark and get a real cheese steak. Hear me now and believe me later.
Meanwhile, old John Edwards has admitted (kind of) to an affair with another woman. Shocked? Me neither. I'd be more shocked if I found out that one of these guys has been loyal to his wife for 25 years. Mostly, they're "do as I say and not as I do" types and we need to take it with the requisite grain of salt when they tell us about their ideals and hopes and dreams. Those take a back seat when it comes to extra-marital affairs. To my way of thinking, if it doesn't impair his ability to govern, it should be nobody's business.
I wish I had bought it, but I saw a book once that detailed presidential dalliances going back to George Washington. They all do it folks, and the sooner you get over it the better off you'll be. They're just glorified college kids who never got over the buzz of being a big shot.
I'm finding it odd that I can't give a damn about the Olympics. Michael Phelps - Michael Phelps - Michael Phelps. He swims. I get it. Mark Spitz is pissed because he wasn't invited to the games. Buy a ticket, dentist.
I'm still a bit taken aback (aback?) by the way the Internet (capital I) has gotten such a foothold in a society that still has blinking clocks and superstitious beliefs. Click this, Google that. We say those things and think nothing of it. I'm 50 and close to that hill we're supposed to be over and I find that it's a comfortable existence, yet there are others (including my 84-year old mother) who still pay their bills by money order and can't imagine having a cellular telephone. Odd, I say.
The Internet is like Kleenex now. It's a commodity, to the point that my local county is considering wireless WiFi (you have to know what WiFi is) because the Internet is a way of life and they consider it a utility like natural gas or telephone service.
Bravo I say, but I still wonder how it got to be so much so soon. 18 years ago, I had Prodigy Internet service, but I can't for the life of me figure out what I paid $9.95 a month for. Elementary chat rooms (where the Dave Matthews Band was a hot topic), lousy news coverage and something called e-mail. What good was e-mail if I was the only one who had it?
In less time than it takes to become a legal drinker, the Internet has taken our lives over to the point that we're surfing at work and people are getting fired for surfing at work.
I guess it's the same as the television revolution. When I was a kid in 1964, we had a color television. The rest of the neighborhood had black and white, and even though there were only a handful of color TV programs, we got to watch them. Thanks, dad.
It's all a matter of your perspective and place in history. How about a nice red pepper?