Harvested the last bit of basil, and made pesto, which I then froze in little cubes to use over the next few months.
Neil and I took the train into Philadelphia to see a show, Rock of Ages, which was a huge dud. In fact, we left before intermission. I had high hopes for the show -- I thought it would be a bunch of tribute bands from the 80s -- but it was just horrible. Apparently they couldn't get permission for many of the great rock songs from that era, so they composed new stuff for the show, and it wasn't very good. The jokes were not funny, the story was boring . . . we wanted very much to like it, but eventually had to admit to ourselves that we were wasting our time. We weren't the only ones who walked out early.
However, the afternoon was not a total loss. We ate falafel at Reading Terminal Market. We stopped by a store called the Flying Monkey.
We visited Occupy Philadelphia.
I noticed a couple of new tents, one Jewish and one Quaker.
I looked up from the makeshift tents and signs to admire the skyscrapers.
And I saw a very mysterious sign, apparently written by someone who finds significance in every frame of the Wizard of Oz.
All the characters mean something, even the old apple tree? ??????
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