I spent the day at the Corinthian Yacht Club in Essington, PA.
Kinda odd to be at a place that once would have spewn blue bloods out of every door. Not exactly impressive in 2005. Worn and battered like an old woman. Still had some dignity buried under a sorry rankness and cracked plaster.
Docks caked with river mud. Beer bottles scattered in the muck. Drunks at the Lagoon next door. Govern Printz crying from atop his monument. Glimpses of oil residue everywhere.
