That’s what a former boss of mine used to call it, and he grew up there, in the teeming metropolis of Boiling Springs, so I’m sure he always meant it in a positive way. Well, maybe not.
I’ve got my own slight connections to that other commonwealth: my family lived in Philadelphia in the early 1960s, while my father was working as a civilian at a military hospital, so apparently Philly is (or at least was, at the time) more pleasant than Viet Nam, where he would have been otherwise. As I understand it, we moved back to Brooklyn (the source of all life) a few months before I was born, so while I’ve never lived in Pennsylvania, I did gestate there.
I also attempted to go to college down there, but those snooty snobs at the U of P wait-listed me, then turned me down. Hmph.
I’ve got a good friend who grew up in Pittsburgh, but he got out of there and lives in London now.
Does it seem like I’m in a position to speak objectively about Pennsylvania? Nah. Screw those people.
I won’t get into my thoughts about the results of yesterday’s primary, as it would obviously just be a big, drippy case of sour grapes. But I do want to comment on Clinton’s victory speech:
The Guardian referred to this speech as “defiant” and “passionate.” I guess I missed that. It seems to me the speech is incredibly clumsy. She’s not connecting with the audience, even though they’re clearly on her side. Their cheering seems to get in her way, and she never seems to be comfortable in deciding whether to continue speaking over them, recognize the cheering, or join in.
As the goat said upon finding out he couldn’t afford the lederhosen, “I bet they would have chafed, anyway.”Tags: Clinton, Obama, Pennsylvania, Primary