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As children we recited: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me… So what happened? We stopped laughing at ourselves. And then we stopped the conversation because someone hurt our feelings? Where is Archie Bunker when you need him…

Some years back a police chief in a northern-Philadelphia, white-belted suburb happened to tell me that whenever they ‘discover’ that a stranger in their midst is from Kensington — a rough-tough former Irish and other ham-fisted, out-of-sorts Philly neighborhood of … Continue reading

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I need some advice…that is, before I ain’t even got a pot left to piss in…or can’t even afford to get naked…’THEY’ are lying to us. And this shit has got to stop…that is, before us folks really get pissed worse than an Irishman without a beer…

I need some advice… But Dear Abby is recently dead. My mother is 92-years-old.  My brother the heart-surgeon has always been seriously afflicted with judgmental hard-heartedness. My exes prefer I don’t call when they are flat on their backs — … Continue reading

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