As a child, school trips into Philly involved Independence Hall. Teeny building, old wooden floors. Every kid with a grimy finger touched the Liberty Bell. Now they've moved it to a pavilion - NO TOUCHING allowed.
I feel fortunate. And I think if we turned off the air conditioning in Congress today, stuffed our lawmakers into woolen coats, and let them drink a pint - perhaps some decisions could be made. Or a good brawl.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.