Hello, hello, hello, everybody! Welcome to my blog/online magazine of culture for adults only. Today is a dreary, overcast day in The ‘Burgh and the high will only be around 60. But yesterday was sunny with a high around 70, great walking weather. I took a long walk from my apartment building in North Oakland down through the campus of the University of Pittsburgh and then on through Schenley Park to come out in South Oakland and back through the Pitt campus and finally back to North Oakland and my shabby, small but comfy apartment.
Whew! Not bad for a baby boomer.
This morning I’m happy to report that I have no aches or pains and I should be in tip-top physical shape for karaoke in Little Italy the first Saturday night (Nico’s) and the first Sunday night (Sonny’s Tavern) next month.
This is what Wikipedia has to say about Schenley Park.
Schenley Park is a large municipal park located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, between the neighborhoods of Oakland, Greenfield, and Squirrel Hill. It is also listed on the National Register of Historic Places as a historic district. In 2011, the park was named one of “America’s Coolest City Parks” by Travel + Leisure.
The park is made up of 300 acres (120 ha) donated by Mary Schenley in 1889 and another 120 acres (49 ha) that the city subsequently purchased from her. Another 36 acres (15 ha) were acquired at a later date, bringing the park’s total size to 456 acres (185 ha), and making it the second largest municipal park in Pittsburgh, behind Frick Park.
Here is a story I wrote about Schenley Park while I worked on my MFA at Pitt between 2003 to 2006. The story ended up as part of my thesis and I collected it in Compressionism: The Pittsburgh Stories.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Two kinds of fish swam in the muddy water. The bright orange fish were nearly a foot long and stayed near the surface while the much smaller dark fish darted about lower down, only coming to the surface to feed as the seventeen-year-old boy threw the last pieces of bread into the water and then slid the sandwich bag into the pocket of his jeans. Squirrels and robins drank at the water’s edges as they searched for food, the muddy water barely cresting at and flowing into a rusty grate. The boy thought, but where is the source of the water and where are the two ducks? He looked around at the green, wooded park surrounding the water, but he did not hear or see the ducks. Sitting down on one of the sun warmed stone benches, the boy began to daydream about his future…
He wondered how long the young woman had been standing there. He wondered how long she’d been standing there watching him like that. She walked over and sat down beside him on the stone bench in the afternoon sun.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hello,” he said.
She said, “You were a thousand miles away.”
“I come here to think,” he said. “I start Pitt in the fall.”
“Oh,” she said. “I’m a grad student there. I’ll be in my final year in the fall.”
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Yes I like it. I love it.”
He saw her look toward the water. She took a deep, ragged breath. “It’s not very big,” she said. “I could throw a rock over it.” She looked at him. “So, what do you want to be?”
“I’m not sure yet,” he said.
“I know what I want to be. I’m doing it now. I’ve always known since I was a little girl. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to be. Now I have to make a decision.” She looked out at the water again. “You work at something so hard for so long and it’s so close and nothing’s ever guaranteed and you may never get this chance again but you have to pay a price, a price you don’t want to pay.”
He studied her face. She was still looking at the water. He looked to see what she was seeing.
She said, “What’s your name?”
“Sal,” he said. “Sal Rondenelli.”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Sal?”
“Well,” she said, “one day you will. And you’ll really care about her a lot. It’s wonderful when you care about someone. It’s even more wonderful when that person cares about you. And you would never want to do anything to hurt that person. Never.”
He looked at her.
She turned her face to him. She said, “Sometimes you care so much for that person that life feels so good, so sweet it’s almost like a dream and you never, ever want to wake up. Ever. But it’s not a dream. It’s real. It’s so real that it seems what you thought you had control over really has control over you. You try to be careful and you try to be smart but sometimes that’s not good enough. Sometimes you have to be lucky, too.” She turned her face back to the water and said, “Or unlucky.” She stood up. She reached her hand down to him. “Well, Sal, good luck.”
He held her hand. He said, “Maybe I’ll see you on campus.”
She smiled down at him.
He liked her smile. He released her hand. She turned and walked away. He stood up and watched her walk deeper into the park. He kept watching until she was gone. When Sal turned back to the muddy water the two ducks were paddling side by side.
All the photos of artistic nudes used for this blog post were sampled from Egotastic All Stars.