What a lovely spring day it’s turned out to be in The ‘Burgh today. I just came back from Little Italy. I strolled into Little Italy and down bright Liberty Avenue, enjoying the light blue sky and the warm summer-like breeze. I didn’t even mind that I had no fun money to stop in at Armand’s for a few beers. I’ll have fun money next week. I was at peace with myself.
I walked around the neighborhood, looking into store windows while trying not to be too obvious about checking out the butts of women in yoga pants. It was a pleasant stroll through my favorite neighborhood in Pittsburgh.
I stopped in at Groceria Italiana. Next time I’ll have to check to see if the store still carries those big cans of sardines in tomato sauce. But this time I bought a large container of antipasto salad. It should last me at least two days if I don’t pig out.
Then I stood at the bus stop in the warm sunshine and I thought deep thoughts about life and creativity and I was rewarded with a few more women in yoga pants walking by.
I thought about all the people, myself included, who want creativity in their lives, who will never make a living from their art or vocation or craft or hobby, but who do their art or vocation or craft or hobby because in some way creativity makes life more exciting. It reaffirms the joy and mystery of life and in some strange way creativity can help sustain us in the face of the tragedy of life.
And if a person happens to make any money at all from his or her creativity, that person is doubly blessed.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Hail to Pitt!