Philadelphia arts and culture; uncommon politics; Episcopalian heterodoxy; forest bowers; and an occasional problem with self-righteous moralists.
Questioning Authority since 1951.
"Whiles in the early winter eve we pass amid the gathering night some homestead that we had to leave years past; and see its candles bright shine in the room beside the door where we were merry years agone but now must never enter more, as still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn at even of some hurried day and see the ancient glimmer burn across the waste that hath no way; then with that faint light in its eyes a while I bid it linger near and nurse in wavering memories the bitter-sweet of days that were."
It's about 7:30 AM. I would say we got over a foot and it's still falling. Fortunately it's Sunday and I have nothing to do - except I wanted to go Tango dancing today. Oh well. Nice day to stay in and watch the Winter Olympics.
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