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Before any major life experience I like to head to Wexford to check in with the family. I find it's good to see the dirt where you came from to remind you of why you travel and what you hope to go back to. Unflinching support for the nonsense that are the goals in your life simply cannot ever be absorbed enough.

Without space to put them in NYC, my non-essential drums have been resting at the ol' homestead. Given the music making opportunity ahead I want to have everything possible at my disposal. Dropping by was a two-bird stone. I also had to return to Pittsburgh to pick up my fresh new MacBook Pro (sure you can buy these in NYC, but they're cheaper in PA) and meet with the Lawrenceville Corporation folks.

Pap was out in the garden when I arrived.

Someone left their 2 columns on American Letter size sheet of poetry on the weathered pile of bricks at the shoreline of East River State Park. I'm guessing this was done intentionally so that someone, like me, would pause to reflect on why someone would leave poems at the shoreline.

A few of the other women seen in downtown Pittsburgh while shooting Sara for the Babes on Bikes calendar. I saw few that looked any different - more or less resigned to fate - than these. 

Sara's look for the Pittsburgh Babes on Bicycles Calendar was self-styled. 

I do miss having a laundromat on the block. I miss having my quarters sometimes count. I miss my few dryers which didn't have holes cut into them to collect the loose change fallingfrom tumbling pockets. I miss my triple-loading machine that was labeled for $4 but would secretly accept $3.75. I miss the washer that had a broken door needing to be slammed extra hard to seal it but when people didn't know this after they put in their money they walked away and I would use it at their expense.