Ladies and gentlemen, the garage sale is over. The new owners of this house have arrived from Europe to take possession. Like the parting of the Red Sea, all cars moved, leaving a clear path for the van. The city is on the move. I also see a willingness of people in different artistic disciplines to work together.
People are willing to take artistic risks.
As we would get close to Pittsburgh, my Dad would ask me to help him count the working smokestacks. My Dad trusted me to count correctly and he let me know that it mattered. Here I am more than 60 years later and that memory is as vivid as if it had happened last week. And, of course, they are a constant reminder to me of a father who cared enough about his young son to give him an age-appropriate job and respect him for doing it well. It drives her crazy that we run into so many people we know, stalling at every encounter to catch up and talk.