Love that dirty water…
You know how the rest of the song goes, right?
I tried to capture some Pittsburgh images the last few days. I took a bunch of Sq. Hill but not came out looking like much except for the one of the Sq. Hill Cafe, lovingly known as the Cage.
I went up there this morning to do some shopping and lower Murray Ave. was shut down tight. I decided early that I would not be honoring passover and I was hungry. I wanted a bagel or something. I may as well have been looking for a hooker on Falwell’s college campus.
Squirrel Hill has always been Jewish but it is really much, much more Orthodox now. It is a very noticeable change.
I went up to Forbes area and got a bagel and lox, and made it to Radio Shack.
Dear Alan: I loved our visit, just you, David and I. So many nice thoughts shared – I particularly loved hearing about your Dad’s trip to the ball park w/ you.
And the story you shared w/ us about MomMom and the Kirschwasser was priceless! Your family is certainly filled w/ funny, interesting, lovable characters, and I have been blessed by getting to know and love so many of them!
C