Looking Out My Apartment Window

Now that most of the leaves have fallen off the trees, I can see the Cathedral of Learning of the University of Pittsburgh from one of the windows of my apartment.  That’s still one of my proudest accomplishments: getting my MFA in fiction writing from Pitt in 2006 at the age of 59.

Little did I know that I would find that blogging was my true calling.  I thought I was going to be the fiction editor for The Front.  Remember The Front?  I’d been offered the job just before graduation.  Then the publication went belly up.

But now  everything’s okay.  I got my own blog and everything is slammin’.

Be sure to check out the “Sexy Flash Fiction” tab at the top of the page.  I got to get back to my spaghetti sauce.  See you in a little while.

This is the Old Soldier reporting from Oakland in the heart of the City of Pittsburgh.

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Going To See My Peeps In Bloomfield

It’s a sunny, chilly day in Pittsburgh and later on today after I do some blogging I’ll walk to Bloomfield to see my peeps at Del’s Italian restaurant.  Going to Del’s on a Saturday afternoon is the social highlight of my week.  I don’t go there anymore for karaoke on Friday nights.  Rick and Dianne, my peeps, will be there. 

 The first time I heard the term peeps used to describe friends was in a graduate class at the University of Pittsburgh a few years ago while I was working on my master’s degree in fiction writing.  The instructor used it.  She said to us grad students, “Look around you.  Stay in touch with each other even after graduation because these are the people who will help you in life.  These are your peeps.”

If you want to know how life and art intersect, go to the sidebar on the right and under More Short Short Stories click on the title “The Death of Karaoke.”  It’s all about Del’s, karaoke and my peeps.

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