Perspective
“Dust if You Must”: Living on What I Learned After 83
In 1947, my first apartment was two rooms and bath at 210 South 49th Street in West Philadelphia.
In 1947, my first apartment was two rooms and bath at 210 South 49th Street in West Philadelphia.
In the late fifties, a fat, jolly fellow by the name of “Pug” Dellinger left the supply room at the local Klopman Mills plant and opened a combination beer hall, service station, grocery store and, according to a lot of wives, a den of iniquity in a building on a hill on Highway l6, east of Newton.
Independence Day for the United States of America came on July 4, 1776, declaring our independence from the United Kingdom of Great Britain.
A friend and I recently exchanged emails bemoaning the seemingly pervasive crassness of contemporary culture.