I’ve been to Pittsburgh.
I ate the stupid fat sandwich with the french fries in it while dipping it into that ancient Pennsylvania beer that used be stored in hand made barrels deep within the Earth. I went to a Pirates game, so I can say the thing people say, who have been to a Pirates game, when the topic of attended ballparks come up Oh, it’s beautiful, you have to go one day. I walked around the skeletons of dinosaurs in the museum birthed from America’s ancient monopoly, and there is still a note on my desk that reads: BUY BOOK ON DINOSAURS.