We'll be back at Commonplace next weekend for both Sunday (7:00 a.m.) and Monday special holiday (7:30 a.m.) runs - returning to the comfort zone. Someone will think of a creative destination: Labor Day theme, anyone? Maybe a tour of RG workplaces? Magee Hospital?
Speaking of RG, Lainy confirmed that this fall we will in fact celebrate 20 years of covering ground and waking up anyone on the route with windows open in the early hours. Plans are underway - though perhaps the anniversary trip to Paris may not be realistic. Maybe Paris, Ohio. A quick report on last week, mainly because I was AWOL and also discovered that the napkin recording technique has a fatal flaw when spilling occurs, so suffice it to say that with luck Virginia appeared to lead us through the quirky charm of parts of Wilkinsburg/Regent Square and then through large leafy swaths of Frick Park and back. Came back wondering about that sign on a house close to Biddle's Escape: freeingthegoddess.net - and found that the quirky charm is happening inside as well as out.
Today we were back on the strip, flanked by Pedal Pittsburgh bicyclists around every corner, proving once again that the Burgh puts Portland in the shade. Which was proved again by the magnificent multi-colored spectacle of Knit The Bridge, which we crossed twice. Synchronicity also happened twice, when we looked over the rail and shouted to Anne Jane in her shell on the river, and when we looked up from our cappuccinos to see Cheryl come riding up on her bike. We thank Enrico's (and Teri) for being there with warm chocolate croissants, relieving our great sadness at the sight of a dark deserted bakery where those succulent peach meles Karen told us about were made. Sic transit gloria pastry.
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