Category Archives: Catholicism, sort of

And the Beat Goes On

So you know we left Texas. And we came back to Philly. After an absence of 46 years, more or less. A few impressions, fair or not. We finally took an extended trip into the city, to Port Richmond, an historically Polish neighborhood, which we reached via West Philly. We were going to Czerw’s PolishContinue reading “And the Beat Goes On”

Idiocracy

Yesterday, August 27, 2025, really must be counted as one of the worst days of my life. Because the Mets swept the Phillies? Honestly, I really couldn’t care less. Baseball, like. getting to the ocean, used to be one of the things that made Summer what it was. That hasn’t been true for some timeContinue reading “Idiocracy”

Suicide Hill

When I was a little kid–oh, oh, here we go–we made do with the “toys” that Mother Nature gave us. Since I was a little kid in an urban environment, 66th and Haverford in Philly, toys were frequently trees, hills, pot holes, walls, dog defecating grounds, abandoned beer bottles, and various swearing neighbors, usually maleContinue reading “Suicide Hill”

Morta Sotto Il Carro

Maybe she slipped and fell. Or maybe, in the early evening, just around sunset, she just didn’t see it coming. You know, little kids are always running around, playing, especially in groups. A group of children playing in a city street. Nothing unusual about that. Maybe tag. Maybe something else. It’s not as if itContinue reading “Morta Sotto Il Carro”

Haddington, revisited

Normally, I would not revisit a prior post, unless I had made a horrendous error (possible), needed to apologize (always possible, but most of this stuff is innocuous), or learned something new (an everyday thing, so it better be good). Well in https://thisgameisovercom.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=1374&action=edit (Called 66th and Haverford), I went over some childhood ground, trying toContinue reading “Haddington, revisited”

Qvam Pinus, Father

No. That’s not what you think it means, if you think it means anything at all. And this otherwise adolescent recollection has a serious point, especially with the way political life in the United States is evolving. I suppose I’m going to come across as a complete reactionary, but it’s not as if I careContinue reading “Qvam Pinus, Father”

Yeah. It still hurts. Losing your illusions always does

Here’s the thing. Jack Kennedy got it the way he wanted it. All at once. That’s the way to go. My grandfather, Joe Villari was really never sick a day in his life, and then dropped dead. It damn near killed the family, but it was a blessing for him. He deserved no less. Well,Continue reading “Yeah. It still hurts. Losing your illusions always does”

Frank Sinatra, Yock, and the Corner

At first I didn’t think I’d have to spend much time in explaining Frank Sinatra. I have, however, thought the better of it. I write for a jazz site with some frequency, and a copy editor told me I had to identify “Bird” (i.e., Charlie Parker, the alto saxophonist, sort of synonymous with the inventionContinue reading “Frank Sinatra, Yock, and the Corner”