Darwin’s economist
sympathy foregone;
slipping between cracks just proves
you never belonged.

On a glaringly bright Saturday when my car thermometer once again hit triple digits, I found myself in South Philly helping celebrate the hundredth anniversary of my illustrious employer. Of course, I can’t take full credit for a century’s worth of success (only the last twelve years or so).
I only took a couple photos (and worse yet, with my phone’s camera), but I thought I’d post the above picture of a car on which the digital dashboard thermometer was not an option.