“Like homing pigeons,” a man in a New York bar once told me about Pittsburghers. “You leave. You go back. You’re lucky. There aren’t many places like that.”
On terrible pantyhose, bad sports writing, and the eternal kindness of the late great Franco Harris.
Andy Warhol meets the Breatharians.
"Is disease something we’re born with and prone to, or the result of a life lived in a place that can make anyone sick?”