Sunday we drove to Philadelphia to see a good friend. He was driving into the city from one direction and we from Jersey, and we agreed to meet in South Philly. We drove past what I noted was a Vietnamese restaurant and then lines of police cars and small groups of policemen, and lots of people walking vaguely in the direction of a giant pinata that Jim promptly dubbed “like the Trojan Horse” (it was a burro shaped pinata) and that we later realized was part of a Day of the Dead celebration. Jim found a barely the right size …read more