Assuming I have not been lied to by the powers in control of my treatment, I had my last chemo infusion on Jan. 26. Why would I think there is a giant conspiracy in charge of my treatment that involves drilling my teeth and messing with my sex organs? I’m currently watching Fox’s revival of “The X-Files,” that’s why.
As I am writing this, forecasters are predicting a snowstorm for our area. Someone did a study on the items most people rush to buy in anticipation of snow. Things like bread, milk, and eggs. The analyst concluded that folks were buying the ingredients that could be used to make French toast. I could go at least 50 years or so without eating French toast.
So how did it come to pass that Chip Kelly, who became the coach of the San Francisco 49ers Jan. 14, went from a football genius in these parts in 2013 to a schlub in ’15? (schlub being defined as stupid and worthless in my old neighborhood; you may insert your own slang).
By way of background, I have never marched in the Mummers Parade, though my father and some uncles and cousins proudly did. Although I spent a number of years watching bowl games instead of going out on Broad Street on New Year’s Day, as I’ve grown older, I have come to appreciate the rich history of what this parade means to Philadelphia.