Unfortunately for local law officials, Pittsburgh has a thriving graffiti scene, and much of it's actually quite beautiful. If you don't believe us, hitch a ride on the East Busway. Art this colorful and crazy, extending continuously for blocks and blocks, can't be found in museums. Huddle under a massive oak and watch real live ducks paddle by, or trek beyond the park's borders, find the infamous rope swing hidden there and go flying out over the water. Meander over to the pier under the Birmingham Bridge, preferably at dusk, when the water is graced by a silvery sheen that full sunshine doesn't allow.
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Faux fur and sequins beg to be taken out dancing. Paula stocks limited quantities of each luscious piece, so duplication is rare. 222 Craft Ave., Oakland. Look at the Trib 's slanted pictures of a grim, colorless Mayor Tom Murphy, looking like some nocturnal creature that's just been pulled out into the light, then read yet another P-G editorial that just so happens to urge the local populace to buy whatever it is the Murphy administration's selling.