In the spirit of Thanksgiving, here’s the deal—
I woke up Nov. 9 to someone pounding on my door. I reached for my bathrobe, and ran downstairs only to find Uncle Nunzi holding my Daily News.
Visiting Uncle Nunzi a day after the election was a wonderful thing. He was so happy, I found him whistling (his go-to song is Tennessee Ernie Ford’s “Sixteen Tons”).
I am not a Hillary Clinton groupie.
If you think any of the answers to these questions are incorrect, you haven’t been following this election.
I’m old enough to have seen every televised presidential debate since their inception in 1960.
Watching the Philadelphia Theater Company production of “Rizzo” last week at the Suzanne Roberts Theater was more than an exercise in nostalgia.
If you’ve ever been stuck behind a Philadelphia trash truck, you’ve witnessed an example of where the real power resides in the City of Philadelphia.