Got up at the crack of 10am and shot out out to the airport to pickup Derek. He grabbed a couple flights down from Traverse City. Picked the kid up and so the day began. Good to have him here.
We spent the day cruising around town, getting lost, checking shit out, taking photos, catching up and just sort of “taking it all in.” Lots and lots of neighborhoods to explore.
Every now and again we get hungry. It happened again in Pittsburgh. Michaylira recommended “Primanti Brothers” for lunch, so we took him up on it. My gawd. Goddammit, Michaylira, go easy on us. We saddled up for a bite to eat and quickly realized our number was up. Here’s their version of a “healthy heart” sandwich: Pick some kind of meat, grill it, slop some cheese on it, plop it on a piece of bread, throw a handful of sauerkraut on it, then, a handful of soggy french fries and then, gently place a piece of bread on it, and violently smash it down into “Primanti nightmare,” wrapped in a piece of butcher paper. Oh, there were two slices of tomato in there too, just for “good health.”
Somehow, by the grace of something, we made our way back downtown and conquered Fort Pitt. Pittsburgh has a rich history. Well, sorta. Basically, the French took it from the Iriquois Native Americans, the English wanted it and tok it from the French, and the whole time, all nations fighting eachother. Something proud like that.
We took a walk along the river, thinking about George Washington and other imperial turds.
Being tourists, we had to take a ride on the Duquense Incline. Of course. Real rickety. Saw my sad, short life pass before my eyes. Contemplated lots of things while en route. Wondered if we’d make the front page when the cables snapped and set us plunging to our creator.
128. “That rickety, old Duquense Incline.”
You know how we like it. We can’t get enough of the brick signage around town. So good. We have big plans for one of these of our very own at some point in our career. Wow.
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