It’s been so busy since we got back from Pittsburgh two weeks ago that I haven’t had time to write the traditional commemorative poem. These poetic recaps will help us recall some of the Bridge City memories years from now, along with the daily diary entries I make. Since our return, we’ve enjoyed back-to-back visits from my wife’s sister and a best friend from Indianapolis. The Pittsburgh trip included my son and his family of five, who stopped in Savannah for a ghost tour on the long 16-hour drive, while my wife and I flew Spirit from Tampa. Our cramped quarters for four days was the downtown Pittsburgh Fairfield Inn. You can go back to Post #1818 thru Post #1820 for additional details on our family adventure. 

The Pitts

Of all the places,
We planned to see.
Only Pittsburgh,
Came to be.

Forget Bali, Egypt, or Kauai,
The virus cancelled all.
No St. Kitts to start the year,
With Tahoe fires this Fall.

But nothing stopped,
Our Cubbie appeal.
In seeing Bridge city,
Made from glass and steel.

Hardly a Mecca,
As travel goes.
But nonetheless doable,
Despite Covid woes.

Not “The Pitts,”
That I expected.
Waterside development,
That should be respected..

Duquesne Incline,
And Warhol Museum.
Carnegie Science Center,
Hopping off to see them.

From Primanti Brothers,
To The Cheesecake Factory.
We found the pickles,
To be satisfactory.

The kids by car.
While we flew.
Got dollar dogs,
And the “W” too.

A stop in Tampa,
Just us two, at last.
But company’s coming,
Got to get home fast.

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