In my 6+ months of living in Philly, I have often thought how it is a tough town. I thought this as I was standing in the check cashing place waiting to buy bus tokens and listened to two tattooed and scarred men share their stories of when/where they were handed counterfeit bills - fascinating. I thought this when I read about the Saturday city clean-up efforts where one of the volunteers found a dead body as they were cleaning the banks of the river.
But it all became so clear when A and B observed an event in our own backyard:
This truly is a rough town,
especially if you are the pigeon that became that hawk/falcon's breakfast....((it's right in the middle of the picture, but well camouflaged against the tree - click on the picture for a larger (and more bloody) image. the pic was taken out our dining room window))
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Is that blood splattered on your window (!) or some kind of reflection?
not blood, just a reflection of the kitchen light. we did find the pigeon's foot in the backyard. B carried it around for a while...
Rumor has it that B wanted to place the pigeon's foot on a skewer and grill it up real nice with some spices accompanied by a luke warm Reeb... then head off to the sauna afterwards with Jack Crosby... The last thing he could be heard saying was, "Real nice, Clark".
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