At 11:00a.m. yesterday10th Street, between Walnut and Hamilton, looked very middle class. Suburban Allentown came downtown to see the Budweiser Clydesdales. As I stood on the front porch of a once nice apartment house, one by one, the sleepy residents came out. Yo, how the fu-k ya supposed to sleep with all this sh-t going on? I don't think Mr. Sleepy head, aka Mr. Nods, actually has a night job, but probably does business at night. I don't know what Pawlowski is going to do with Mr. Nods once the arena opens, but he won't make a good city ambassador.
photocredit:molovinsky UPDATE: I will post more Budweiser Clydesdale photographs this afternoon.