It’s back to Little Italy today.
Hello, hello, hello, all you beer drinkers all over the world! It’s the first day of a new work week and I’m ready to get to work.
I’ve already done my deep breathing and stretching exercises (karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy Saturday night) this morning and this is my first blog post of the day. It may be my only blog post of the day; but then again maybe not. See I got some fun money by snail mail today. Actually, I got it Saturday; and it’s always dated for the first day of the month. Sometimes I can cash it before the first day of the month and sometimes I can’t. Today I was able to cash it. So, I’ll be at Armand’s in Little Italy this morning, sitting on my stool at the window, drinking my beer and thinking deep thoughts as I gaze out on Liberty Avenue. I may find at Armand’s the inspiration to publish another blog post today.
I know I’ve blogged before about the heat in my apartment. What does the heat in my apartment have to do with commentaries, culture, short stories and topless women? I’m writing a commentary-a personal commentary.
The heat in my apartment is radiator heat. Radiators give off a lot of heat; but you can’t control the heat. So, in the winter at least half the time my apartment is either too hot or too cold; and the other half of the time it’s just right. All day long I’m adjusting the heat. Oh, well, I guess I shouldn’t complain. When I first moved into this apartment, let’s say 18 years ago, when the heat came on it sounded like someone was in the basement pounding on the pipes with a hammer. And this fiend (Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favorite authors) always pounded on the pipes at two or three in the morning. That doesn’t happen any longer. I guess I really have nothing to complain about.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Today in The ‘Burgh there will be a mix of clouds and sunshine with a high around 50.
Hail to Pitt!