tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post3171815155496205281..comments2024-03-27T20:34:09.464+01:00Comments on zmkc: As Much of Life as the World Can Shewzmkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-64651053322671773092011-05-23T16:46:21.975+02:002011-05-23T16:46:21.975+02:00Depends very much on your concept of 'British&...Depends very much on your concept of 'British'.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-80273661610745246102011-05-14T10:52:09.377+02:002011-05-14T10:52:09.377+02:00That's the spirit.That's the spirit.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-32646731729775819152011-05-12T02:35:04.722+02:002011-05-12T02:35:04.722+02:00Surprisingly un-British of him, wasn't it? (Ma...Surprisingly un-British of him, wasn't it? (Maybe my quotation was more of a paraphrase, now that I think about it.) To hell with him, anyway, I say.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-47346034461493750302011-05-12T00:10:51.833+02:002011-05-12T00:10:51.833+02:00And really who cares after the phrase 'Big dea...And really who cares after the phrase 'Big deal' was uttered?zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-90738702008234650642011-05-11T02:36:57.399+02:002011-05-11T02:36:57.399+02:00Well, not after that comment. I left him outside o...Well, not after that comment. I left him outside of Independence Hall and disappeared into a subway station. Don't know if he ever made it out of town . . .Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-74999323927693056252011-05-10T23:59:31.813+02:002011-05-10T23:59:31.813+02:00A 'friend', you say?A 'friend', you say?zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-27248123088599446242011-05-10T14:14:57.986+02:002011-05-10T14:14:57.986+02:00. . . though it is funny: I once had a friend from.... . . though it is funny: I once had a friend from England visit and I took him to see the things of interest in Philadelphia. He took one look at the Liberty Bell and said: "Big deal. The sidewalk outside of my house is older than this. In fact, my house is older than this." Perspective really is everything.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-36107193325232636562011-05-10T00:04:22.456+02:002011-05-10T00:04:22.456+02:00A sense of 'deep history' is the element t...A sense of 'deep history' is the element that is missing from Canberra - one of the reasons I need regular doses of Budapest.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-77622539834642177712011-05-09T18:37:25.782+02:002011-05-09T18:37:25.782+02:00There is, still, in certain parts of the city a wa...There is, still, in certain parts of the city a warmth that comes from its deep history, I suppose, especially in the historic areas where 18th century architecture abounds. I have always felt that both Boston and Philly have a similar "feel" as a result of their history. But I think it might be more an issue of the time than the place here; put a clip-clopping milk horse on any quiet, early-morning city street and the magic is bound to happen.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-25716923403866450272011-05-09T00:00:00.935+02:002011-05-09T00:00:00.935+02:00Don't get me started, Chris.
Polly and Chris ...Don't get me started, Chris. <br />Polly and Chris - two Philadelphians: was it a particularly idyllic town or is it just coincidence that this strikes a chord with you both?zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-60331924301211525812011-05-08T09:44:00.735+02:002011-05-08T09:44:00.735+02:00Circa 1925, also Philadelphia, my mother remembers...Circa 1925, also Philadelphia, my mother remembers the sound of the horse-driven milk truck in the early morning as being a soothing balm of security in her sometimes insecure childhood.Pollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18291941714980391853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-48619663141860401562011-05-07T18:25:58.441+02:002011-05-07T18:25:58.441+02:00And, I'll bet the meat would taste better with...And, I'll bet the meat would taste better without all of the hormones and chemicals.(Maybe we'd better stop before we start sounding like Monty Python's "Four Yorkshiremen.")Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-23514886037555468602011-05-07T06:21:46.036+02:002011-05-07T06:21:46.036+02:00And, she said, warming to her obsession, if you we...And, she said, warming to her obsession, if you were a butcher like your grandfather, we would buy meat wrapped in paper from you, instead of meat packaged in polystyrene and plastic from the supermarket, so that would be good for the environment as well.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-20437823664867297372011-05-06T14:29:43.661+02:002011-05-06T14:29:43.661+02:00As a guy who often feels like a bit of an anachron...As a guy who often feels like a bit of an anachronism, I would gladly step through a door into the world above. (In fact, I just did -- thanks.) My dad's stories of Philadelphia, circa 1940, always make me feel the same way. My grandfather, the butcher, would greet the milkman, delivering in the morning, and wave Angelo, the apple man, as his wagon, pulled by a tired old mule, would slowly roll by on the South Philadelphia street. I think daily living must, indeed, have been richer, then,than it is now. At least, the colors seem to have been so much deeper.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.com