Big Ben

DSC_0066.JPG, originally uploaded by david parmet.

Ben Franklin, the quintessential American, hangs over this very American city like Santa in a mall in December. You can’t turn down a street without seeing him, or a reasonable facsimile.

I wonder what our First Citizen would think of what we are doing here, in his city, today. I think he’d enjoy this – every man (and woman) his own printing press. Everyone their own Poor Richard.

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  • From Franklin's Autobiography:

    "Our city, tho' laid out with a beautiful regularity, the streets large, strait, and crossing each other at right angles, had the disgrace of suffering those streets to remain long unpav'd, and in wet weather the wheels of heavy carriages plough'd them into a quagmire, so that it was difficult to cross them; and in dry weather the dust was offensive. I had liv'd near what was call'd the Jersey Market, and saw with pain the inhabitants wading in mud while purchasing their provisions. A strip of ground down the middle of that market was at length pav'd with brick, so that, being once in the market, they had firm footing, but were often over shoes in dirt to get there. By talking and writing on the subject, I was at length instrumental in getting the street pav'd with stone between the market and the brick'd foot-pavement, that was on each side next the houses."

    He was a community blogger, 250 years ahead of time! :)
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