Janie wanted to see the Savannah Bananas. The process of elimination and the tie-breaker (for me) is the opportunity to visit the Andy Warhol Museum suggested the best bet was to meet in Pittsburgh. So I flew in and Janie drove from Cleveland so we could be together a couple of days - always a beautiful thing.
Saturday August 30th allowed us to enjoy a free breakfast at the hotel before walking past the PNC Park (where they were still gearing up to sell yet more merch and T-shirts for the Bananas fans). The Andy Warhol Museum was a short walk for us to arrive as it opened at 10 am. The world's largest hotel dedicated to a single artist is seven stories with everything from early shoe illustration, to paintings, silk screens, pop art boxes, screen-tests and Andy Warhol films. It's easy to spend 2 1/5 hours there getting emersed in the enigma that is Andy Warhol.
Notes: Hyde Park, Tom's Watch Bar (Florida State 31-Alabama 17, MO State 13 - USC 73). Pitt Guys trying to name alums besides Dan Marino, misplaced real ID, Superman in hotel, Fountry, Southern Tier Brewery, Viet Nam Memorial, U.S. Open).
Mary McGann MacGreggor, Gavin (Grace/Olivia/Liza), Mark (Wren/Mercy/Rooney/Prim and Erika).
That far off stare, in spite of not facing any TV screens at Tom'e Watch Bar. Maybe the river flow but only a glimpse that turned into a smile as her gaze landed on me (after what seemed like a while avoiding eye contact).
She's my ride to the airport. My flight is at 8 something in the am. The airport is 17 minutes away according to GPS on my phone. I'm always neurotic about leaving time for whatever so I wake up at like 4 am and take a shower. Around 5:30 am: "What time is it?" (My response: "It's daytime.")
A ride to the airport - 17 minutes according to GPS turned into 25. A polite hug goodbye. Time marches on.
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