Question: What does a six-year-old girl making an obscene hand gesture have to do with an obnoxious sports fan getting thrown out of a ballpark in Philadelphia? To find out, read on….
Just when I thought that perhaps, just maybe, I was being a bit too harsh in my brutal assessment of Philadelphia as the festering hemorrhoid on a rabid pit bull, earlier this week, an otherwise lovely flower of innocence plopped down in the rear seat of a family sedan, donning golden locks and pig tails, pressed her freckled nose upon the smeared window glass and proceeded to shoot me the dreaded middle finger.
My infraction? Walking on the littered sidewalk at the precise spot where her beaut of a Mommy was apparently trying to make an illegal U-turn.
Okay, I get the message. Loud and clear. When it comes to civility, they sure teach ’em young in Philly, don’t they?
Most people have at least heard of Waterford Crystal. It’s the best crystal in the world and the ultimate symbol of both excellence and craftsmanship.
Excuse me while I Americanize my remarks here, but remember that glittery piece of glass held up by the college football national champion every year? That’s Waterford Crystal. Recall the Peoples’ Choice Awards? That’s Waterford Crystal. Visualize the winner of the Santa Anita Derby hoisting a trophy? That’s Waterford Crystal.
That doesn’t even begin to note all the awards and sporting competitions in Europe and the rest of the world which include a special-made prize crafted at the original factory of the Waterford name, located in (where else?) — Waterford, Ireland.
Today’s highlight included a visit to the Cliffs of Moher, located along Ireland’s western coast, facing the Atlantic Ocean. If you were to scale the cliffs, dive into the ocean, and then begin swimming due southwest, well — the fall would most certainly kill you. But if you’re Superman and the fall didn’t instantly turn your torso into a life raft, then Atlantic City would be 3,200 miles across the water.
The Cliffs of Moher are one of Ireland’s most visited attractions, and it’s easy to see why. There are two ways to see the towering rocky ridge — either by sea or from high above overlooking the sea. We opted for the sea journey.
A ferry ride took us out, which lasted about 90 minutes. The total cost was 20 euros per person. I’d say the trip was well worth it.
Here are a few snapshots from the ocean, looking upward towards the cliffs.
What is it with some people?
Whenever I’m sitting in front of a platter of hot food, with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, why do some people insist on telling me — a total stranger — their whole life story?
Shut up! Move away! Let me fucking eat!
For those of us of a certain age, raised on a steady diet of MTV (when music videos were played exclusively), many of us will remember U2’s huge breakthrough hit, “Pride in the Name of Love,” recorded in 1984 which came off The Unforgettable Fire album, a masterpiece.
That’s always been one of my favorite rock songs, written by Bono and intended as a tribute to the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Long before other musicians were winning Oscars for other anthems dedicated to MLK, U2 did their own salute, which certainly stands the test of time. Rolling Stone magazine routinely picks that as one of the greatest songs of all time, and rightfully so. Even if you weren’t around back then, you’ve probably still heard it.