Friday, June 12, 2026

Can You Sense the Drift?

Trump Is Dead in the Water

Deal Lake Drive, Asbury Park, 2022.


It's not good being a sitting duck. If he's a boat, at least he can send up some colorful flares, and maybe even some anti-aircraft fire with lots of tracers. If he's a duck he can flap his wings on the water and quack a lot.

But let's face it. All any of this really does is draw attention to the fact that he can't move.

The next metaphor is shooting fish in a barrel. This is generally considered unsporting, but I hope we all understand by now that we are not playing a game. Certainly the Iranians understand this.

If you're standing next to him, move away. 

"It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."

Deal Lake Drive, Asbury Park, 2024.

See also 86 47Somotomo; Anticipate Quagmire, and Much Noise; Just Another Picture; Circling the Drain; Is It Shock and Awe, or Is It a Flash in the Pan?

Thursday, June 4, 2026

A Scheme of Chaos

The Fops Carnival Continues

The future. Pine at 17th, 6:20 pm, April 23, 2024.


On Tuesday, June 2, there was yet another event in the life of the Fops saga. This one took place in courtroom 475, in Philadelphia's city hall, before Judge Damaris L. Garcia. We had been told to arrive at 1:30 pm, but the judge did have other cases she needed to deal with, so the Fops hearing didn't start until almost 3. (Fops stands for Friends of Pine & Spruce. For more, see What Is a Fop?)

You might think that the hearing was about the bike lanes on Pine and Spruce. But you would be wrong. The hearing was about the loading zones. The previous judge on the case had issued an injunction requiring that the City remove all the loading zones that had been placed on the street in 2025. The City wanted Judge Garcia to lift the injunction. 

I think it's pretty well known at this point that the bike lanes here only work well in conjunction with loading zones. If there are no loading zones, motorists will need to do their loading in the bike lane or in the motor-vehicle traffic lane. 

A Digression

I need to digress here for a minute. It seems that precisely nobody arguing this case, on either side, is aware of the loading zones that went in on Pine and Spruce, west of Broad, in 2024. They're still there, and they're functioning well. They would do better if the 2025 loading zones were also brought back. I had initially suggested two loading zones per block back in 2016. When they were installed in 2024, it quickly became apparent that current demand - in 2024 - really required us to supply more loading zones. 

I think the City did a good job explaining the value of the loading zones in the hearing. But there is also a natural experiment available. All the 2025 loading zones have been removed from Pine and Spruce east of Broad. West of Broad, they are also gone, but the 2024 zones remain. It would be interesting to have a look at which side is experiencing better traffic flow, in both the bike and the motor-vehicle traffic lanes. I'm willing to bet ten dollars that the traffic flow is better west of Broad. Half a loaf is better than none, but I'd rather have the whole loaf.

Back to the Courtroom

Both sides agreed that the hearing was about loading zones, but that's about all they agreed on. The Fops people think that loading zones are bad - their lead attorney used the phrase "a scheme of chaos." And they offered evidence that loading zones were terrible for old people and for people of any age who had disabilities.

But their primary argument was that the loading zones are illegal because the passage of the enabling legislation last year was illegal. Among other things, they were incensed that the bill had been amended during the legislative process.

The City countered that the bill was passed using ordinary legislative procedure, and there was quite a bit of arguing and shuffling of papers to show that City Council had not violated the sunshine act. The City's lawyers also pointed out that the bill was passed into law, and it is now in force. 

If the question is, instead, about preventing harm to individuals affected by the loading zones, I think the Fops case is in trouble.

The City's lawyers put on two witnesses from east of Broad who managed, over objections, to get on the record that loading zones made life better while they were there, and that they miss them now that they are gone. One witness even managed to get on the record an important point that may be obvious to many of us, but clearly is mysterious to a lot of other people. The witness was asked about using the regular parking spots on his block, and he responded that they were almost always full all day.

This point may be blindingly obvious to anyone who lives in this area, but I guarantee you it is not obvious to people who live in less densely populated areas and are accustomed to parking in their driveway or at the curb in front of their suburban bungalow, and then in the free parking lot in front of their office when they go to work in a suburban office park located near an interstate interchange.

Loading zones are a necessity in a densely populated city. Unless of course you prefer the chaos we have known on our streets for many years.

This is one point where I agree with the Fops. There is frequently chaos on our streets. We just disagree about the source.

The case is now with the judge. I have no idea how she will decide, or when, but I do think the City's lawyers argued their position very capably. 

And I also think they're right.

See also Kreuzberg, Loading Zones Are the Key, Flex Posts on Pine and SpruceThe State of Play on Pine-Spruce, Mayor Parker Signs No Stopping Bill, What Is a Fop?


Monday, June 1, 2026

There's Got to Be a Better Way

Late-Stage Capitalism Looks Pretty Until It's Not 

Fifth Avenue, NYC, 1978.

The movie Charley Varrick, starring Walter Matthau, came out in 1973. Charley is a pilot. He had been working as a stunt flyer, but gives it up as too dangerous. Then he works as a crop duster, billing himself as the Last of the Independents. He gets crushed by the bigger organizations, and so he decides to take up bank robbing. He and a few associates, including his wife, rob a small bank in New Mexico, and things rapidly spin out of control. I watched the movie again after a lapse of half a century. It's a really good movie. I won't spoil it for you. 

Why am I writing about this? Charley is just looking for a better way, and that's what this story is about.

For those of you who weren't around, the state of America in 1973 wasn't particularly peachy. The war in Vietnam was still grinding on. The Pentagon Papers, published in 1971, basically destroyed my faith in our government. Nixon was still president, but the Watergate scandal, beginning in 1972, finished the job as far as I was concerned. And then we had the 1973 Yom Kippur war in the Middle East, followed by the oil embargo and the great inflation morphing into a combination of inflation and economic stagnation, and Americans got to learn a new word: stagflation. 

I could go on. But I won't. Well, one more. In 1970, Ohio National Guardsmen fired on unarmed students protesting the Vietnam War. They killed four people. So when people were surprised when ICE and the border patrol started killing people in Minneapolis earlier this year, I wasn't surprised. Shocked, yes. Surprised, no. 

Charley Varrick wasn't the only one looking for a better way, but as a society it felt like we were stuck in the mud. And any search for a better way always seemed to wind up going awry. 

The search for a better way is central to Aziz Rana's The Constitutional Bind. I wrote about this book recently (see Fixing the Constitution), where I concentrated on the period before World War I and the ways that the constitution could be improved. What I basically jumped over in that story was the question of why it is so hard, in present-day America, to implement improvements to our government and indeed our whole society. This article is about our country's search, during the twentieth century, for a better way. 

Manichaeism

Let's start with the Cold War. From its inception in 1947, the Cold War was central to the frozen state of politics globally. It was a fight between capitalist democracy and communist dictatorship. 

Rana describes this face-off as Manichaean, and he's right. Good and bad duke it out. (He has a whole section on pages 439-443 entitled International Police Power in a Manichaean World.)  

For those of you who are not up on your heresies, Manichaeism was an early Christian heresy which held that evil had an independent existence, and that the outcome of the struggle between good and evil was not a foregone conclusion. The first seven words of the  Apostles' Creed are "I believe in God the father almighty," so if you believe that the devil may in fact come out on top, you're a heretic. 

This heresy keeps cropping up over the course of history, perhaps because it seems to correlate better with observed reality. In the middle ages, there were the Cathars, or Albigensians, in the south of France, who had a significant effect on the development of both the church and the kingdom of France. (If you'd like to know a lot more about this, see Submerged Narratives.) 

The trick with heresies is that both sides believe they're right. So the good guys versus the bad guys, but both sides think they're the good guys. (Extraneous comment: I find this word Manichaean difficult to spell. I've found out that there was a fellow named Mani. That helps me a little.) 

Back to the twentieth century, where we will start by looking at some developments in Europe.

Grocer, Canal street, 1979.


The Prague Spring

The year 1968 was an interesting one around the world. Mark Kurlansky has written an entire book about it, naturally called 1968 (it was published in 2004). French students almost overthrew the French government. In the United States, the Democratic party did its best to commit suicide at its national convention in Chicago. And just about everywhere, it seems, people were looking for and demanding a better way. And the forces of order were attempting to restore order and suppress new ideas. (For what follows, see Kurlansky, pp. 22, 25-37, 238-250, 287-305, 375-377.) 

One of the more interesting places where new ideas were bubbling to the surface was Czechoslovakia, where a life-long communist and party apparatchik named Alexander Dubcek found himself riding herd on a country that was effectively undergoing a revolution. He had replaced a hardliner who refused to de-Stalinize fifteen years after Stalin's death - party leaders had sensed they were losing the people and they thought Dubcek might be the fellow to manage a few reforms and keep the people in place. Things turned out differently. 

The reforms built on one another, and all of a sudden people were talking about a third way - neither capitalism nor communism, but something that looked a lot like the social democracy that was periodically influential in a number of capitalist countries in the west, including the United States during the administration of Franklin D. Roosevelt.

In April 1968, Dubcek issued the Action Program of the Czechoslovakian Communist Party, calling for "a new model of socialist democracy" (Kurlansky, p. 242). In this "socialism with a human face" the party advocated a general relaxation of the party's control of the society, encouraging public participation in politics, decentralizing the economy, and granting a measure of autonomy to various parts of the government, including the judicial system. 

Moscow viewed the reform movement in Czechoslovakia as an existential threat, and on August 20, 1968, the Soviet Union invaded and occupied Czechoslovakia. The bulk of the forces involved were Soviet, but satellite states in eastern Europe also contributed troops. The Prague Spring was over. 

Lower east side, 1979.


Cassandra

One of the limitations of third way thinking, in my opinion, is that it's looking for a middle ground between capitalism and communism. But is that the only place to look? Christa Wolf (1929-2011) was a prominent East German writer, and she had a different idea. In 1983 she came out with a novel called Kassandra. The 1984 English translation, titled Cassandra, is packaged with four explanatory essays. (The essays begin on page 141.) 

Cassandra was a princess in the city of Troy, a long time ago. She was a seer, and she predicted that Troy would lose the coming war with the Greeks. What did Cassandra see? She was the only one in Troy who bothered to see the present clearly. Her assessment of the present led to her assessment of the future. Nobody believed her, but she turned out to be right. (See Wolf, p. 238.) 

Here is the basic question that Wolf asks of Cassandra: How did a big, rich, well defended, and reasonably well run country find itself mired in a ten-year war that results in the defeat and annihilation of that country? 

What Cassandra sees is the gradual destruction of Troy from the inside. Ten years of war turned Troy into a society that was focused almost entirely on war. And that new society was what we would now call a security state. 

Wolf was quite familiar with security states and how they are built. She grew up under the Nazis and then spent most of her adult life in East Germany, a communist state with a secret police called the Stasi. She uses her knowledge to produce an eerie description of the slow, gradual changes inside Troy. In the end King Priam, Cassandra's father, has become an irrelevant figurehead largely manipulated by a young man named Eumelos who has come to control the now-gigantic security apparatus. (Eumelos first appears on page 45. I found him strongly reminiscent of Stephen Miller, President Trump's deputy chief of staff.) 

All of this is made up, of course. Wolf is writing a novel. She respects the ancient sources, but is not bound by them. As she puts it, "The Troy I have in mind is not a description of bygone days but a model for a kind of utopia." (P. 224.) As for Cassandra: "Who was Cassandra before people wrote about her?" (P. 287.) 

In the end, the fall of Troy is a very depressing story. But Wolf does not leave us without hope. Just as the ancients gave us Aeneas carrying his father, Anchises, out of the ruins of Troy and going on to found Rome, Wolf also brings us a lesson of hope. There is a third way. 

Cassandra has a circle of friends, mostly women, who gather to discuss the events of the day and to wonder about the future. During one of these discussions, a woman says, "Between killing and dying there is a third alternative: living." (P. 118.) 

It appears that this was an idea that actually occurred to the ancient Greeks. In one of her essays, Wolf quotes the Greek poet Sappho (pp. 295-296): "One man praises horsemen as the most beautiful treasure / of the dark earth, another foot soldiers, / another fleets of ships, but I say it is / what a lover longs for."

So maybe governments should stop fighting wars and instead focus on serving the people. An interesting idea. 

I think we're getting close to the American declaration of independence here. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as government priorities. 

3 card monte, Lexington ave. near Grand Central. November 1978.


Two Third Ways Then and Now

As I noted above, people have generally thought of the third way as some kind of a middle point between capitalism and communism. But Wolf points us to another third way - between killing and dying. 

And why were the Greeks and the Trojans killing and dying? The traditional answer was that the war was about Helen,"the face that launched a thousand ships." Modern historians have tended to focus more on two strong entities battling for control of the Aegean, and also control of access to the Black Sea. Troy was located near the Dardanelles strait and therefore in a position to block access to the Black Sea. (And, yes, we have an echo with the strait of Hormuz.) 

What we have here is a conflict between two major powers seeking to dominate the center of the world they knew. I'd like to draw a straight line from the Trojan War to the Cold War between the United States (and its allies) and the Soviet Union (and its allies). 

The conflict between the U.S. and the USSR was strongly ideological, but it was also a conflict for domination between two expanding empires. There was one spot, however, where the interests of the two sides coincided. They were both ruthless in their suppression of any hint at a third way. 

The Constitution as a Cold-War Weapon

One of the most important tools that the United States had, in both its confrontation with the Russians and its suppression of any domestic third way, was the U.S. constitution. 

Why is it such a powerful tool? Because it can be used to take the moral high ground, allowing everyday Americans to assume that they are the good guys and, by extension, their government is composed of good guys who may occasionally do bad things in pursuit of ultimate good. 

The constitution did not always have that power. It's true that reverence for the constitution has a long history. As I mentioned in Fixing the Constitution, Rana starts the story of the "creedal constitution" with Abraham Lincoln in 1838. But Rana is also careful to note that constitutional veneration "did not enjoy a mass political base before World War I." (Rana, p. 219.) In fact, "The years between the 1887 centennial [of the constitution] and the 1917 American entry into Word War I were defined by extreme discord and by a striking popular willingness to engage in broad-ranging legal-political experimentation." (P. 45.) 

Then, with World War I, the rapid rise of the security state, and the development of a massive propaganda apparatus, it all came together: "militarism, constitutional devotion, and unquestioned allegiance to the constitutional state." (P. 303.) 

Getting there had been a long process, and Rana helps us follow it by tracking the evolution in Woodrow Wilson's thought. On July 4, 1876, the future U.S. president was a 19-year-old student at Princeton  (then called the College of New Jersey) when he wrote in his diary: "The one hundredth anniversary of American independence. ... How much happier she would be now if she had England's form of government instead of the miserable delusion of a republic. ... I venture to say that this republic will never celebrate another centennial as a republic. The English form of government is the only true one." (Pp. 39, 121.) 

Wilson earned his Ph.D. at Johns Hopkins. In 1885 he published a book entitled Congressional Government, which was based on his dissertation research. In the book he noted that "free, outspoken, unrestrained constitutional criticism" had become commonplace in the country and suggested that the current generation was "the first to entertain ... serious doubts about the superiority of our own institutions compared with the systems of Europe." (Pp. 84, 102.) 

Then something happened. Wilson began to shift his position. Although he was not yet willing to praise the eternal wisdom of the document, he was willing to suggest that the flaws were overstated. This dance continued for a while, but headed steadily to the position he took during his presidency: the constitution may be flawed, but it is sacred. (See pages 88, 124-125, 130, 211-215.) 

Was this evolution helped by Wilson's increasing experience with executive power? After 1900 he served consecutively as president of Princeton university (1902-1910), governor of New Jersey (1911-1913), and president of United States (1913-1921). Personally, I'm inclined to think so. 

There's something called Potomac fever. Power is a drug; some people handle it better than others.

By 1916, the pilgrimage was over. Wilson found himself fully on board with the creedal constitution. As Rana puts it, "For Wilson, the Constitution had its weaknesses, but now he also presented it as a sacred document, the product of centuries of cultural development and proof of the country's universal mission on the global stage." (P. 215.) 

Wilson's government did its best to make sure everyone else was also on board with this project. The propaganda of the day strikes me as a bit over the top, but then I think the same about the fascist propaganda emanating from the White House today. 

A fellow named William Tyler Page won a contest for writing something called "The American's Creed." Rana tells us that Page saw the document he wrote as an American version of the Apostles' Creed. The declaration of independence and the constitution "were to him 'my American bible', sacred and holy texts that should not be critically interrogated but instead accepted unconditionally and on faith." (Pp. 235-236.) 

Can we not see here a parallel with the religiosity of today's white christian nationalists? It's true they simply dispense with the constitution and go directly to the bible, but the underlying thought is the same: Government must have a divine origin, and not simply come from the people who live in the country, pay the taxes, and die in the wars. 

And that crossroads is pretty much where we are today.

Lexington ave. near Grand Central. June 1978.

Suppressing Socialism

We've seen above how the Russians responded to the Prague Spring and its third-way action plan. The U.S. also used the power of its security state and the sense of righteousness it got from the constitution to effectively destroy efforts to build a third way in the home of the brave and the land of the free. 

The government did this by effectively ignoring who the socialists were and what they had done, in the United States and other countries. Instead, they insisted that all socialists were actually Stalinists in sheep's clothing. The security state sold the Manichaean deal to the American people, and socialism was squeezed out of the middle. 

As Rana puts it, "American officials and commentators focused on accentuating the contrast between the United States and the Soviet Union, in ways that reframed the meaning of past events. A long line of American socialists may have understood their politics as driven by an effort to truly combine constitutionalism and democracy." (Pp. 424-425.) 

What they thought didn't matter. Bye-bye, third way.

The downside of this elimination of the middle was ossification. Ideologically, our ability to change was crimped severely. There was simply a shortage of new ideas, although there was no shortage of old ideas that had been stymied. Universal health care is a good example.

And it's possible that we were addicted to great-power conflict. The idea that we might be better off not fighting forever wars bumped up against the assumption that empire was not just an obligation but also an opportunity. 

Recently, it appears that our empire is crumbling. And, as far as I can see, we have no idea how to navigate the choppy waters we find ourselves in. Who knew that aircraft carriers would join battleships in the white elephant corral?

But, like Cassandra, I want to leave you with a little piece of hope. Give some thought to what Zohran Mamdani has done in New York City in five months.

There is a better way.

Anti-nuclear graffiti, NYC, 1979.

When I came across this no-nukes slide a while ago, I remembered it, and I knew it was located at the site of what became Battery Park City in lower Manhattan. I didn't - and don't - remember anything else. Somehow, though, I did manage to get myself there and take a picture.

The sand you're looking at sits on top of a massive amount of spoil from excavations that were required for the World Trade Center and New York City Water Tunnel #3, and from some other projects. The sand itself was dredged from New York harbor off of Staten Island. 

New Yorkers know a beach when they see one, and promptly started arriving with towels and umbrellas and lying down in the sun. There were also a variety of art installations, and other activities including a massive no-nukes rally in response to the Three Mile Island nuclear disaster. Almost 200,000 people attended on September 23, 1979. 

(If you're willing to deal with a paywall, the New York Times has a very nice 2019 story looking back at the good times on the beach. To see it, click here.)

See also Fixing the Constitution, The Roots of the RepublicPandora's Box, Never Give Your Opponent the Battle He Seeks, SomotomoHow the Dam Breaks, Is Stephen Miller the Next Reinhard Heydrich?

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Change Comes to Walnut Street

A Weekend with Two Days of Open Streets

The Fishtown Pickle Project visited on Saturday.

Will Philadelphia's Rittenhouse ever be the same again? I devoutly hope not. Imagine a whole weekend - one with remarkably good weather - where both Walnut street (from Broad to 19th) and 18th street (from Locust to Chestnut) were reserved for pedestrians during the day.

And the cars do seem to be adjusting to the idea that they don't own the asphalt 24/7. I've noticed, this spring, that the long snake-lines of aggravated motorists seem to be getting shorter. It seems some people have figured out that driving around Rittenhouse square may not always be the quickest way to their destination. And perhaps I'm hallucinating, but it also seems there is less horn honking and possibly even less in the way of abrupt lane changes. The people in queue seem to know they're in a queue. Interesting. Perhaps it's possible that Philly motorists are capable of learning new things.

By Rittenhouse square on Saturday.

I believe that closing Walnut and 18th for two consecutive days may never have been done before. Not that Open Streets has entirely lacked for company - I remember particularly a beautiful Sunday in September 2024, when the Open Streets coincided with the last day of the Rittenhouse Square Fine Art Show. 

I recall the energy from that day. The Art Show is located mainly on the sidewalks surrounding the park, so it and the Open Streets were effectively rubbing elbows. I think each one gathered energy from the other.

This year, with the Spring Festival and the Open Streets taking place on separate days, that kind of energy transfer didn't happen. But I think something else did happen that is possibly even more important. The streets without cars, and with lots of people walking down the middle of the street, began to look normal.

And I at least felt I was beginning to take a measure of the possibilities. The two events were quite different from one another, and yet the site on Walnut and 18th handled both with aplomb. I'm seeing flexible and scalable, and as for frequency I think we're just getting started.

Is this design transferable to other areas? Queen Village had a dandy open street last year, and the Center City District has been experimenting with 13th street. But we should remember that Open Streets West Walnut has Rittenhouse square, and you should not underestimate the quiet power of that square.


Saturday

Our double-barreled weekend opened on Saturday, May 2, with something called the Rittenhouse Row Spring Festival. This was not a typical Open Streets event. It was a lot busier. The restaurants in the area were clearly the main drivers, with many of them taking over the asphalt in front of their establishments. Uchi, which is located on Sansom, camped out in a tent. There was a great deal of food on offer, and alcoholic beverages were also available.


Not surprisingly the patrons were largely adults, particularly younger adults. There wasn't a whole lot for children, but the ones who were there clearly found ways to amuse themselves. We must remember how inventive small children can be.


Sunday

The Open Streets on Sunday tracked strongly with the prior outings in 2024 and 2025. And as usual they really were open - there were plenty of people there, but there was also room to run and play, which is what the children did (along with a number of the adults). Beanbag, also known as cornhole, was available in practically every block. There was chalk everywhere, and people were getting in touch with their inner artist as they brightened up the gray (and sometimes even black) asphalt. 

And, yes, you could eat lunch in the middle of the street - dejeuner sur le tarmac, if you will.


In the past, there had been an array of televisions set up on 18th street near Chestnut, where people sat in chairs and watched football games and cartoons. The TVs are gone. Personally I don't miss them, but they did have their audience.

And I didn't see the lady on stilts.

Both days offered music, with Saturday leaning to disc jockeys and Sunday leaning to live performance.

On Sunday we had hula hoops in profusion. I think they've always been around, but not in these numbers. And they were very popular.


The bubble man is a perennial favorite. This time he had an array that looked like a piece of tennis net and produced a prodigious number of bubbles, all closely aligned. I personally found it rather unsettling until the bubbles separated and pulled us back into comedy.


It's possible that my personal favorite is the chess board. I sincerely doubt that much chess ever gets played here, but that's not the point. Small children get to embrace knights and pawns and castles and kings and queens. Even the occasional bishop. Or maybe just stand among them and think about what chess piece you want to be.


And let's go back to chalk. Here's a new decorative scheme for manhole covers. I'm sure Peco will adopt it very soon.


The Center City District has a well worked out plan for Open Streets West Walnut, and the plan clearly has staying power.

A Parting Thought

I do think something big happened during that first weekend in May, in and around Rittenhouse square. Something subtle but important, like a monarch butterfly emerging from its chrysalis and spreading its wings. 

See also What We Lost, Gordon Cullen and the Outdoor Floor, We're Actually Winning, Checking in With Outdoor DiningApril Open Streets, Open Streets MummersCan Open Streets Go Year-Round?

Friday, April 24, 2026

ICE OUT and Safe Healthy Homes

A Big Day at Philadelphia's City Council


There was, shall we say, a lively meeting of Philadelphia's City Council on Thursday, April 23. Among other things, two speakers in the public comment period were expelled from the chamber. I'd never witnessed an expulsion before. But there are rules. The big one, which is frequently broken or at least bent, is that comments must be related to a bill that is up for a vote in that session. One of our two offenders didn't like the mayor very much and called her a queen; the other started to talk about how immigrants in Sweden were raping the local women in vast numbers. I think he got in about a sentence and a half.

Neither the queenliness of Mayor Parker nor the misbehavior of immigrants to Sweden were up for a vote on Thursday. Two big bills, or actually bill packages, were. One was encapsulated as ICE OUT; the other had the nickname of Safe Healthy Homes. The basic idea for this second item, it seems, is that when it's raining outside it should not be raining inside.

Both of these packages had been in development for a while. I don't think it was by accident that they came up for a final vote on the same day. The council chamber was packed, those in attendance were quite energetic, and not surprisingly many people were strongly in favor of both packages. I guess we could call that tactical synergy.

The left is, I think, getting very good at building coalitions.


For more on the ICE OUT package, click here. For more on the Safe Healthy Homes package, click here.

See also They'll Kill Anybody for No Reason; It Was Wet, We Were Angry; General Strike.

Saturday, April 18, 2026

Another Day, Another March

It's getting so I can't get away from them.


I didn't even know it was happening. I just stumbled onto it. We were in Asbury Park for a quick visit, and I had gone to an art gallery to see a show called Lost in the Flood. The artist's name is Noel Kassewitz, and I believe she has a concern about rising sea levels. The show has some really neat paintings (if you'd like to see them, click here.) And she also makes rafts, just in case you get caught in a flood. Here's one of the rafts.


She's even included some flippers and a pair of goggles, just in case you need them. My daughter tells me the pictures on the raft are the Mouth of Truth in Rome.

After that I thought I'd walk home on the boardwalk. It was a glorious April afternoon, and as I turned onto the boardwalk what should I see but a large line of people walking silently, carrying signs and encouraging us to know the people who have died in ICE custody. Here's another shot.


All in all, it was an archetypal Asbury afternoon, a mix of serendipity with a little dash of whimsy, and a substrate of serious. I wish I could say this happens every day, but it doesn't. On the other hand, it did happen yesterday. 

One last shot of the marchers. You're looking at middle America. Trump has lost the middle.


See also Politics on a Very Hot DayIt Was Wet, We Were Angry; They'll Kill Anybody for No Reason; A Mural Is BornSomotomo.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

A Cathedral of Memories

Let's Take a Trip to Coventry in England

Casino, Asbury Park, September 2025.


On the night of November 14-15, 1940, the German air force - or Luftwaffe - firebombed Coventry, a manufacturing city in the Midlands of England. Among the casualties was the city's cathedral, which was built during the middle ages. 

It was a defining moment in World War II. And then, after the war, as with so much of the other damage, people needed to figure out what to do with the wreckage of the cathedral. The architect hired for the project, Basil Spence, suggested preserving the ruins - primarily the tower, spire, and outer wall - as a garden of remembrance, and constructing a new, complementary, structure, next to the ruins. The two buildings, new and ruined, were to be seen as one church. And so it was done.


In the summer of 1966 my brother and I visited Coventry cathedral. I found the ruins, or garden of remembrance, to be a very emotional place. 

I'm telling you all this because I have an idea for Asbury Park's Casino building, or what's left of it. The structure is quite ghostly right now. People don't seem to know what to do with it. I think we should turn it into a garden of remembrance. There have been a number of proposals for creating things such as a new performance space. I think that would be expensive and probably a risky investment. It would also be a distraction from Convention Hall, which is in need of significant restoration and where right now the city seems to be making good progress.

Instead, I suggest stabilizing the structure of the Casino so that you can once again walk through it. You can use the walls to tell the story of the bad times in Asbury Park, and the good times that preceded and have followed the bad times. Lest we forget. 

This would cost money, and it would require sustained attention, but it would cost much less than a new building, and I think a lot of people would be happy to help make sure the project stays on track.

Winston Churchill visits Coventry Cathedral in 1941.

See also The Uncertain Eighties, The Wreck of the New Era, Layers at the Beach Front, Umbrellaville, The Beach Without People, Coney Island 2022.