I've been to Philly in February, when the place was all but shut down by snow, and in August, when in the evening it resembled a green wilted house plant.
I love the 30th Street Train Station.
Well the Sally Kern thing has taken a new twist, turns out her son, Jesse, is (you guessed it) a homo! She is reported to have disowned him.
I think her commments might actually be about something else entirely, which makes it sad and dysfunctional.
But it is Friday, and a warm rain should fall today and the forsythia pop out. The bluebells are coming up and the daffodils are in all their glory. I saw a butterfly yesterday.