Pink or Swim


Very few people were around on Sunday just around noon, when I came across the pink fountain. This was sleepy Philadelphia, after all, and not New York, which, as everyone knows, never sleeps, and which, consequently, has to use a ton of concealer on its under-eye Columbus circles. I was going to take a little dip, but decided not to indulge my maverick tendencies and instead just enjoyed watching pop-singer Pink and fairy-tale cutie Little Red Riding Hood romping and splashing each other on the far side. (Thus solving the mystery of the water’s pinkness.)