Wouldn't that be cool? A town hall state of the city address. Now if I were king, I'd do it. There's so much mush to be addressed, assessed and digressed in our Little Apple here in Asbury Park.
Top Topics: There is the L-A relatedness to the state of morbidness of the global economy and how this little apple that could, will. Then there is the audacity of hope syndrome on the Ave called Cookman. Hmmm...I mean, what's happening there? Hello! In the short time, when the fireworks begin at the phoenix walkway of boards that fronts the beautiful sea, Madame Marie's kiosk will be a buzz with divining about the diving. Fashionistas of the post Williamsburg set meeting organically with the annually challenged princesses of the suburbs of our metro little apple at the local cup of joe. East Side, West Side all around the town....bring it on! Oh yeah, that West Side...we forget about them. Even the silly guy, the un-readable paean of conservatism, would need a cocktail to tackle that one. pi
Word is....and should be told by "the guy" that the Little Apple is going to be surfing the wave of recovery and gently landing on the beach of this Atlantic Atlantis. Its going to be an arduous and exhilarating ride with bumps and travails. It's going to be a model to the un-locals of how a this small city is going to beat the odds and rise to the crest of the coming wave. Surfing in speedos, now that's a image to wrap your thighs around.
Ok, I guess my State of the Little Apple would be filled with delicately veiled humor yet very poetic, a read between, on top of, and around the corner of the lines kind of address. I mean, damn, everybody knows everybody here. Best to be obscure and colorful then pointed and too realistic. N'est pas? Through my old motto, "Don't be subtle!" out the window and start afresh with pragmatic wish fullness. The perfect paradox in the paradigm called Little Apple.
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