So we did it. Fort Saint Davids has gone and gotten themselves a blog. But we aren’t going to refer to it as a blog. This is the Daily Miltonian. We’re going to refer to this as a newspaper.. After all, it’s the internet, so for now there aren’t any rules. Here’s today’s items:
STANDING ON SOUTH STREET IN THE LIGHT EVENING DRIZZLE WATCHING THE YELLOW STREET LAMPS BLUR IN THAT WARM SAD WAY GIVES FORT SAINT DAVIDS THAT OLD, OLD PHILLY FEELING AND REMINDS US THAT SOUTH STREET WAS ONCE, WELL, KINDA OKAY.
More than okay, actually, South Street was actually once fun. Have you been down to the Strip lately? You might say it’s “over” but go down there, you’ll still run into someone you know. TRUST US. Sure there aren’t the old junkie guitar players (like the Corruption), and the “Hits-Doses-Shrooms” guy is long gone. So is the guy with the dirty white dog and the Strange Prophet dude who talked to parking lots. And Hillary’s Ice Cream. And Levi’s Hot Dogs (home of Champs Cherry Soda and the “special”: one hot dog with kraut and an, ulp, fishcake ON THE DOG.) And the Book Trader and Spaceboy. But you know what else is gone? Mickey D’s. And KFC/Taco Bell. Says our correspondent CROOKS after inhaling 7 dollar tacos (that’s 7 for 7) from T. Moms: “Dude, just feel it. South Street is back, in fact it never went away. Things are happening. Everyone just has to focus on it and it’ll happen. You’ve gotta believe. Let’s take a walk and see who we see.”
One block down the drizzly strip and who do we see? DOYLE.. So we follow him to Fluid. And who’s in Fluid? GREGG FOREMAN.. Does he give FORT SAINT DAVIDS a big hug? He does. This is Tuesday! The Strip on a rainycold Tuesday! We got drunk, and we woke up tired, and now we are here to say we approve. Two thumbs up. See you on the Strip. No need to shop: let’s hang.