Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! Welcome to today’s issue of The Gazette.
My recent projection that my little girlie magazine will operate in the black in 2016 has really buoyed my spirits. In fact I’m tickled pink. Yes, I’m full of clichés. It’s a hell of an accomplishment and I have all of you to thank for it, because a magazine ain’t shit without readers.
I’ve gone through most of my life with the suspicion that I’m a classic underachiever, an educated bum. Well, maybe it’s time for me to re-evaluate myself. I mean I did get an MFA in writing fiction from the University of Pittsburgh in 2003 and now the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is projected to operate in the black next year. I’m an entrepreneur! An entrepreneur on a micro scale, but an entrepreneur none the less.
Well, my brother from California (the one who paid me a surprise visit a couple of days ago and who brought me a six-pack of bottled beer) is picking me up this afternoon and treating me and my other brother (the one who is in an assistant living facility about a 40-minute walk from my apartment building-I’m the oldest brother) to lunch. He’s going to take us to a Chinese restaurant that we’ve eaten at before (they serve beer). The brother from California is recently retired. He use to be an amateur actor (a pretty good one–I’ve seen him) and now he wants to get back into acting. I’ve never been to Palo Alto, California where he lives. I’m deathly afraid of flying.
He’s married, but he’s in Pittsburgh alone…
I should be back on my beat in Little Italy tomorrow and the cycle of two weeks of fiesta and two weeks of bust will begin all over again…
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known–The Doors from Waiting for the Sun.
This is Guy Hogan reporting from Pittsburgh.
Hail to Pitt!
Today in Pittsburgh there will be more clouds than sunshine with the possibility of rain and a high around 50.