It’s a sunny, mild (high 60) day in the City of Pittsburgh today. Or as we old timers sometimes say, pneumonia weather.
I strolled into Bloomfield (Little Italy) and bought a carrot and a green pepper to dice ( to put in my fried rice when I make it) at the super market and then I strolled back toward Armand’s. Armand’s wasn’t open yet. So, I checked out these tables that were set up on the side walk next door to Armand’s. The tables had all kinds of stuff on them: paint brushes, batteries, gloves, notebooks, wallets…You know stuff like that. And it was all new. I bough a scrub brush to use on my bath tub and I talked to the two senior citizens, a man and a woman, who were working the tables. We had a good conversation. About ten minutes later Armand’s opened up.
There was only one other customer in Armand’s (it was around 11:00 a.m.) and he had photos of a moose he shot. He’s a hunter, maybe in his 30s. He’s a regular. So, he and the bartender (Gale, she’s a senior citizen like me) and I talked about cooking wild game and stuff like that. The hunter butchers his own meat. He was sitting at the far end of the bar away from the front window.
I ended up at a stool next to the window that looked out on Liberty Avenue.
All my bills are paid and I have karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy to look forward to Saturday night and for the first time ever The Gazette got over 19,000 page views for a month (January 2016 and the month is not over yet) and the women were wearing their yoga pants and I have no aches or pains.
I’m at peace with the world.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Hail to Pitt!