On the 4th day of the 340 Club the sun set. As Phil evacuated the 340 Club in late November 1978, I suppose we all thought that civilization, manners, and decorum would disappear forever from that West King Street neighborhood. For a while it appeared such thoughts were correct. A new year dawned and then past … 1979 …1980 (heck, the Phillies even a World Series but still 340 remained shuttered) …but then again, as 1981 began the clouds began to break up … few noticed the rainbow emanating from that certain residence just four blocks from the center of town … it arched triumphantly announcing something but there were no Isaiah’s to tell us precisely what was happening, no John the Baptist to show the way … little did Mrs. Garman understand but the second coming was at hand … (cue: the Pops; ready the cannons; play the 1812 overture) … the long winter of our discontent was finally coming to an end … it was a new dawn … morning in Amerika … izzat the Gilt on the 340 rooftop?
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