Welcome to my diary/magazine, the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. I just came back from Armand’s in Little Italy. It’s a beautiful day in Pittsburgh, full of sunshine and the temperature creeping slowly up to 52.
There were only a handful of regulars sitting at the bar, and I stood at the bar next to the big window that looks out on Liberty Avenue as I sipped on my sixteen-ounce can of Pabst Blue Ribbon. I had two cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon and then got a 40-ounce bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon to go.
When I first walked in the bartender had the movie The Karate Kid on the television at my end of the bar, but then he put on The Price Is Right although he left The Karate Kid on the television at the other end of the bar.
I use to ask the bartenders at Armand’s to change what was on the television at the end of the bar where I always sit, but I don’t do that anymore. The bartenders really didn’t like it. So, I just watch whatever happens to be on the television and I keep my mouth shut. Why sweat the small stuff? And since I refuse to have a television in my apartment because when my old television went kaput I found out I was more productive as a blogger and a writer without a television, I just enjoy watching television at Armand’s and Sonny’s no matter what’s on the television.
Today is the end of my hanging out in Little Italy for November 2017. My fun money for November is exhausted. But in seven more days I’ll be back on my regular beat in Little Italy when I get some more fun money.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. All photos used for this blog post were sampled from Egoallstars.
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