It turned into a lovely day in The ‘Burgh today, a high of 53 with plenty of sunshine. I had to leave my lair and sally forth into the neighborhood. I walked down to my old almamater, the University of Pittsburgh. People strolled about the campus or sat at tables in Schenley Plaza, eating or talking or reading or just enjoying the sunshine. There were plenty of joggers. It felt good to be out of my apartment; it felt so good that not only did I walk down to the campus, but I also walked back to my apartment building in North Oakland. I kept my free bus pass for senior citizens in my pocket.
Well, I’ll be back on my regular beat in Little Italy next week. I’ve been doing my deep breathing and stretching and flexibility exercises (except on Sundays) and I’ve been singing under my breath songs by The Doors in the shower, in my apartment and on the streets of the city.
(I use to sing at full power in my apartment, standing in front of my old mike and mike stand, until the neighbors started complaining. So now I sing under my breath–everywhere. I never really hear myself until I’m in front of the audience at Nico’s. I’m just as surprised as the audience at what comes out of my mouth. Oh, well, I guess it saves my voice.)
I don’t know if it’s my imagination or what; but I think people are starting to show up at Nico’s in Little Italy the first Saturday of every month to see me do my Jim Morrison impersonation. I mean I do blog about it; but there’s no way for me to tell…It’s a nice fantasy.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to karaoke at Nico’s and that first beer at Armand’s in Little Italy.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.