“I walk along the city streets
You used to walk along with me,
And every step I take reminds me
Of just how we used to be.
Oh, how can I forget you, girl
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me”
The Sunday after Easter is always one of the poorest attended Sunday’s in the year.
Apparently Philadephia's Democratic Mayor Nutter must have heard I was passing out money down by the Franklin... see story addition at end about his new "Humanitarian" program.
Misetr Mac
