Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! Welcome to today’s issue of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, the city’s premiere blog of commentary, culture and sex as art and entertainment.
How’s everyone doing?
I did attend karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy last Saturday night. It was a small crowd. I got to sing four songs which is unusual; but after singing my fourth song (Light My Fire) a young couple approached me as I stood in the barroom (karaoke takes place in the dinning room) and they told me how “amazing” I was and they shook my hand and said they would return next Saturday night. I am not making any of this up.
Wow! I’m still feeling the good vibrations.
I’m not feeling good vibrations over my junk mail. I guess everybody gets junk mail; but when you’re a senior citizen (like I am) you get a certain kind of junk mail: AARP, offers for hearing aids, life insurance for someone else to cash in, more stuff from Medicare, gravestones and burial plots.
Speaking of burial plots, several days ago I noticed that a thick business envelope (from management) was leaning up against the door of apartment 210. It was the kind of envelope that contains a copy of your new lease. Well, the thing was I could hear the television in the apartment and the envelope stayed leaning against the door for several days. So, I told the super. Her office is in the lobby. To make a long story short she couldn’t get anyone on the phone when she phoned apartment 210 and then maintenance couldn’t get in (the chain was on) and so the police were called to break in. After they got into the apartment the coroner was called. The man was a senior citizen.
On a more cherry note, be sure to check the front page. I’ll be working on it all day long. You may have missed something.
Today in Pittsburgh there will be a mix of clouds and sunshine and the high will be around 70. Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting from Pittsburgh.