Another lovely day in The ‘Burgh today. I just came back from a walk through Little Italy. It’s a sunny day and the high will be in the 80s. I’ll have some fun money later this week, but today I just strolled through the neighborhood window shopping. As I approached Liberty Avenue, the main drag, I heard the distinct whoop! whoop! whoop! of rotary blades. I turned onto Liberty Avenue and a helicopter was landing on the helipad on the roof of the hospital on the other side of the avenue. Helicopters always remind me of Vietnam.
One of the first windows I looked into was Subways. There were large photos of Subways sandwiches on the inside of the window. The sandwiches had guacamole on them. The guacamole looked like the vomit Linda Blair upchucked in The Exorcist.
There are cafes on Liberty Avenue and on one side street. People sat at the tables eating and drinking and talking and enjoying the weather. And even though Little Italy (the official name of the neighborhood is Bloomfield) has lots of businesses that carter to the large number of people of Italian heritage that live in the neighborhood, Little Italy has a few Asian businesses, too. I walked by two Asian businesses that offered sushi and for the umpteenth time I reminded myself that one day I had to try sushi.
I bought two cans of chili with beans at the supermarket. Then I retraced my steps back up Liberty Avenue. Gale the bartender was standing in the doorway of Armand’s waiting for the owner to let her in. Gale and I talked.
Gale is around my age (60s). She’s actually appeared in a couple of my gangbang stories because my alter ego who shoots the gangbang videos sometimes interviews the women, who get gangbanged, in Armand’s. Once I told Gale she was a character in my gangbang stories. I used her real name. She didn’t know how to react. She’s never read this blog. She’s not a computer person. She wanted to know if she got gangbanged in the story. Sadly, I had to tell her no.
I told her I would have some fun money later in the week and I would be in to see her.
By this time I had an idea for this post. So, I crossed the street to look in the window of Subways again but I saw a poster in another window advertising Little Italy Days. Little Italy Days is a street festival that takes place in Bloomfield every August. This August (2015), it will take place on the 20th, 21th, 22nd and the 23rd. I decided to reprint the story below. It will tell you everything you need to know about Little Italy Days. I wrote the story years ago.
As I started for home, the helicopter on the roof of the hospital rose up into the bright blue sky. I enjoyed my walk through Little Italy very much.
La Dolce Vita
Bloomfield is a neighborhood in Pittsburgh. Because of the large number of people of Italian heritage living in the neighborhood, Bloomfield is known as “Little Italy.” For three days every year during the nice weather a food festival is held…
Food booths line both sides of Liberty Avenue. The smell of hot sausages, green peppers and onions and many kinds of pastas and their sauces cooking fill the air. There are also stands cooking and grilling non-Italian foods like Chinese fried rice with beef, shrimp and chicken and all kinds of egg rolls. Other food stands serve gyros, shish kabob, hummus, ribs, kielbasa, hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken. There are many stands that sell things a customer cannot eat but the things are nice to buy.
The songs of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin issue from large speakers. The crowds flow leisurely back and forth. The crowds are made up of people of many different ethnic backgrounds. Adults push babies in baby carriages. At different times during the day musicians and singers perform on a stage setup on a blocked-off side street. Sometimes the singers sing in Italian. Above the heads of the crowds, on flag poles up and down the avenue, the red, white and green bars of the Italian flag snaps in the breeze.
Brad Wilson was happy. He was happy because Kristin Clayton walked beside him. He’d known her for more than a year and now they were both sophomores at the University of Pittsburgh; but this was the first time he’d actually asked her out. He was pretty sure she liked him. They’d spent a lot of time together freshman year with mutual friends but this was the first time he’d actually asked her out just by herself.
“Brad, look,” Kristin said. “Smoothies.”
“I love smoothies.”
They waited in line and he bought two from the woman behind the stand and gave one to Kristin.
“Thank, you,” she said.
The two continued slowly strolling with the crowd.
She said, “It’s good.” She smiled up at him.
“It is good.”
They kept strolling. Overhead, the flag of Italy snapped in the warm breeze. Brad was working on his courage.
“Ah, Kristin?” he said.
“Hummmmmmmm?” She was watching the sights.
“Ah, well, see I was thinking. I mean maybe…Well I really like you and, ah, we’ve known each other for more than a year now and like I was thinking maybe you would like to be my girlfriend.”
She stopped walking and looked at him. He could see she was confused.
He said, “I mean no pressure. I mean we’re really good friends and that’s…I really like us being good friends. I like doing things together.” He thought, that was weak. Man, that was so lame.
In silence they strolled on. He thought, think of something to say. Quick, think of something to say.
Kristin, concentrating on her smoothie, said, “I thought I was your girlfriend.”
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