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An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises. And promises are like crying babies in a theater: They should be carried out at once. For today is the tomorrow we weren’t promised yesterday. And if you don’t perform and vote I promise to whup you…

I don’t ever recall my dear ol’ bourbon sippin’ Pappy telling me, just before he issued one of his many belt ‘whuppings,’ that ‘this is going to hurt me a whole lot worse than it’s going to hurt you.’ Uh-uh. … Continue reading

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You can’t do anything about the wind, but you can adjust your sails. Fear is the static that prevents me from hearing myself. Composure is swallowing my panic 5 minutes longer than everybody else. And then there was an explosion in the subway… and everybody went into panic mode.

So there I was last Sunday. Waiting, eternally as usual, for my streetcar transfer in the subway underground. Beneath Philadelphia’s City Hall. Trying to go to church to pray. Because when your week has been the hell your demons set … Continue reading

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I want justice to be so pervasive that it will be taken for granted, just as injustice is taken for granted today. But justice will not come to me, nor Philadelphia, nor America until those who are not injured are just as indignant as those who are injured…I am tired of being a piñata…

My name is D.I.Strunk. Until I was 13 I thought my name was Shut Up! Until I was 19 I thought it was Asshole! Until my Father died I thought my name was Schmuck! Until my grown children fled a … Continue reading

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It’s not my country anymore. I want it back! And I don’t care how we do it. Like the woman who stabbed her husband 37 times, I have to admire her restraint.

I was amused when a country club once informed me – in so many words – that I couldn’t join its registry. It has always been ludicrous. Consider that Groucho Marx was once told in southern California that he and … Continue reading

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