As we native New Joiseyites like to say. . .
Last evening I got thinking about one of my favorite musicals, 1776. In it there is a scene in which John Adams stands in the empty legislative chamber in "foul, fetid, fuming, filthy Philadelphia," and laments. .
Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?
Well, I'm certainly no John Adams, but it's nice to know that Kuki sees, and so does Aidan, and so do a lot of others, in truth. Just not enough. Not enough.