For the past six months the sky was overcast basically every day. And it snowed frequently. But today, the air was crisp and clear, very dry. My camera phone had it easy. It would have been nice to linger downtown. The buildings in Pittsburgh, like much of Pennsylvania, remain. A city of brick and steel.
A city drowning in the sweat of hardworking Americans. A city briny with the Salt of the Earth. A city of ambition, of greed, of mystery. A land of gypsies and reverse mortgages.
A place where you get a Number, not a Name. A place I call Pittsburgh. A place where you can whoop Batman’s ass.