ESP Revisited and a Ramble

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.