I do not have Extra Sensory Perception.
As handy as that would be in life,
it is not something I can claim to possess.
But I have, on occasion had a premonition.
The one that stands out most in my memory
is when I heard my daughter, age 2,
walking down the steps and I knew she was going to fall.
Fall she did.
I've also had those gut feelings
about things.
I always listen to the gut feeling,
it has not let me down!
But that is not what ESP is referring to in this post.
ESP is Eastern State Penitentiary
And I revisited it.
And although fascinating,
I didn't want to blog the same history I
blogged before.
In the name of progress
so many places like this are leveled
to make room for newer, cheaper, and uglier construction.
And that is a pet peeve of mine.
Out with the old and in with the new.
This story of Whitemarsh Hall is a perfect example
of what gets me on a rant.
Al Capone's Cell
Imagine what Europe would be like
if they practiced that principle.
All those old castles and churches....gone?
But not to worry,
for now Eastern State Penitentiary operates as a museum.
As far as I know,
there is no wrecking ball waiting to level it.
THAT makes me happy
because I find beauty here.
Now I think I'll read a biography about Al Capone.
My ESP Gallery is here.
