Quite. You know the saying, “Be careful what you wish for? You may get it.” Yeah, funny that. A few years ago, I wrote a piece, not my usual cynical crap, about a little girl from South Philadelphia, Concetta Delia, who was run over by a trolley at the age of eight (?) in 1914Continue reading “The Grave’s a Fine and Private Place, But None There Do I Think Embrace”