July 2007 – RectorSite

TOO MANY PUPPIES!

“TOP SEVENTEEN Song Dedications to Michael Vick for 2007”

Puppy Love
Too Many Puppies (Primus)
Hang Dem Doggies High!
Gonna Fry Me Up Some Puppy
B-I-N-G-O
Stop Kicking My Dog Around
O Where, O Where Has My Little Dog Gone?
How Much Is That Doggie In The Window
I’m looking over My Dead Dog Rover
My Dog’s Bigger Than Your Dog
Every Time I Come To Town the Boys keep kicking My Dog Around
Who let the dogs out?
My Dog’s Bigger Than Your Dog
How Much Is That Hound Dog In The Window
Dead Dog Scrumpy
The Dog In The Closet
Little Brown Dog

I heard about the parade on the morning of the All Star Game. It was to start at Pier 31 and traverse a red carpet on the Embarcadero to the Willie Mays Statue at the main entrance to AT&T Park. How on earth could I resist?

I got a prime spot on the rail near the Second Street entrance to the ballpark. I had a good view toward Pier 31,

as well as down the front of the ballpark.

A local TV reporter interviewed one of the many mascots on hand for the occasion… this is the Indians whozis. Continue reading “Love a Parade” →

Andy Warhol Museum

I walked up Carson Street on the Southside looking for a bottle of water, some gum, a bank machine and a bus stop. I found all those things. The street was lined with traffic in both directions. The bus stop was in the sun with no shade and no bus in sight. I asked a woman at the bus stop if I walked up the street, could I find a taxi? “I don”t think so,” she said, she was wearing a Steelers number 78 v-neck tee shirt. I asked her about the bus fare. “$1.75, $2.25 with a transfer.”

Eventually a bus came; it was freezing cold inside. I got off downtown at PPG Plaza, thinking I could get a taxi there. No such luck. I spotted a taxi, parked, with his flashers on. “Are you available?” I asked.

“I”m waiting for someone. You have to call for a taxi, they don”t cruise in Pittsburgh.” He handed me a taxi receipt with a phone number. I started walking toward the Omni Hotel, there would be taxis there. When I got to the corner of Fourth and Wood I stopped in the shade and looked at my map. It’s five more blocks to the Omni. I called the number. “Right away Marcus,” the woman said. I waited in the shade. And waited, fuck this; I started walking to the Warhol. Seven blocks plus the bridge, I”ll flag a taxi if I see one.