Local Dispatch: It's hardly polite to be outside Pittsburgh
Much as I am getting to be a crotchety old man who despises the seasons [1], I have to admit that I really do appreciate Pittsburgh. It's a wonderful place to live.
[1] Most places get fall, winter, spring, and summer. We get almost winter, winter, still winter and road repair.
My dad died last month. This has nothing to do with that.
What I have to tell you is how I pulled up in front of my childhood home the day of the funeral and the woman who lives there now stepped outside, looked at me and said, "Are you OK?"
I said, "No, my dad died."
She tilted her head. "You used to live here?"
"Yes."
Yeah.
"Do you wanna come in? I'm just going down to the market, but no rush, come on in."
Much as I am getting to be a crotchety old man who despises the seasons [1], I have to admit that I really do appreciate Pittsburgh. It's a wonderful place to live.
[1] Most places get fall, winter, spring, and summer. We get almost winter, winter, still winter and road repair.
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