Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Thursday, January 01, 2004
Here's why when people think of Philadelphia, if they ever think of Philadelphia, they conjure a fifth-rate ghetto populated by Frank Rizzos gorging themselves on cheesesteaks and Tastykakes: I've been trying to watch the Mummers Parade -- you know, the fat drunks with the parasols and the sequins, who play "Oh Dem Golden Slippers" in the string bands -- and I've given up. The "parade" consists of people standing around waiting for a signal to march, and there's a LOT of standing around; I'd rather be a panhandler. It starts at dawn and it ends at 9 p.m., the people still standing. Given that such logistical nightmares as the Tournament of Roses Parade and Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade run like clockwork in around three to four hours, there's no excuse for this. But that's Philly, the City with Attitude.
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