I should have spent the day writing and I should have posted a blog hours ago and I should have been a good boy . . . But I wasn't. I lured Marianne to the Philadelphia Museum of Art (interior of the Great Hall above) where we once again were knocked out by Joseph Cornell's art. Then we went down to the Oyster House on Sansom Street for fresh shucked oysters accompanied by a glass of white wine (Marianne) and a martini (me). Then it was off to the Pen & Pencil club for conversation with Tom Purdom, Jamie O'Boyle and other wits and dignitaries.
So you guys get short shrift today, and I apologize for that. But, damn!, do I live a great life or what?
And I wish the same for you.
Immediately above: Marianne and I toast your good health in the Oyster House, while in the background far to the left, all unnoticed, a patron waves frantically for help as he is eaten by lobsters.