Hello everybody. Pleased to see you! How are you? Oh I’m fine, a little tired but no worse for the wear, you know? Sitting in my aunt/uncle’s basement, which they carved this basement down to create some playrooms. It’s a living piece of art, the Frank Lloyd Wright prairie house, plus an awesome place from which to explore Chicago.
Day one went as planned, getting the last of my belongings in DC and fleeing before Friday afternoon traffic kicked into high gear. Pittsburgh really is a mountain town, with swaths of pre-war development nestled from river valleys into its steep hillsides. To get into town from any side you’ve got to climb up some serious hills on the interstate until town appears. It appears at once and strikes a note of cognitive dissonance, this hard, rusted American city that delicately straddles a European-like river valley. Bridge after bridge crisscross the rivers and elevations, creating striking views of town. Driving along one of these river plains we found some restaurants (the "Strip District"), and a row of desolate warehouses in varied states of disrepair. We had no luck finding the strippers.
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