I think Bristal is right out side of Philly?
Len Barry is an interesting biography to learn.
and if you broke down on the highway and had to walk to a road side place and use a pay phone, never going in but standing in the doorway to use the booth, and hear this song, with a lot of mobbed up looking older people stomp dancing to this song, Mack the Knife, and then walking off down the Saw Mill Parkway to take the train into grand central to catch a bus back home, where ever that is . . .
and wondering 'why do they like that song so much'?
I'd never heard about Whitey back then . . .
and of course everytime (everytime) you had a group of New Yorkers at a bar drinking pitchers someone would put quarters in the juke box and then Frank would start playing throughout the joint.
New York, New York.
you always knew you were in Philly when the New York people would play this song on the juke box.
and everyone else would be like . . . not again . . .
take the train to manhattan, got off at the station.
I probably slept on the bus. It was fine.
it was a good way to travel back then.
Oh, the smoke at 30th street station!
getting off the train and into that ginat space and it was filled with cigarette smoke that would fill the whole place and that was very obvious because of the sunlight pouring in through the skylights.
the freed slave has to still free his mind of the delusions that he harbors.
you can not be free as an exslave if you want to 'own' people.
that is still being in the slave/owner mindset.
the hardest part starts after you are freed!
the freed captive is a mindslave to his/her past!
free your masters, Ye!