What’s Her Name? Virginia Plain.

Someone new liked one of my posts today!

So I visited their blog only to discover that (sob) I’m unwelcome. “Hard to believe, Harry” as the late, lamented Richie Ashburn useta say.

You see friends I’m a conservative. I’m also remarkably handsome, an adequate pugilist, an ambidextrous marksman, an extraordinary lover, a flâneur ; and a master of ‘murican music that matters.

But where I fail my new perspective pal is my personal political persuasion. Now I won’t lament the loss but shall share the absurdity of their premise. Which simply states: No MAGA allowed.

So, the love and understanding this dingbat has for the freak show agenda that characterizes today’s Democratic Party and their kissin cousins the Commies doesn’t extend to those with whom they may at some point in the next few decades disagree.

Leftwing goofballs keep talking to themselves.You know they don’t give a fuck about anybody else.

Complexity and contradiction in architecture.

Or, Faneuil Hall stares down City Hall across Congress Street.

Have a cuppa tea.

You pretty thing

Let me buy you a wedding ring

Not that you asked, but Philly held onto the street corner sound of doo-wop music into the mid sixties.

You see, those adorable Mop Tops released their first single on Philadelphia’s Swan Records. And gang? It flopped.

So, Swan Records and mosta us music lovers stayed wif our local faves like The Royal Lancers from Elizabethtown.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

Chrysler Building, New York City.