I walked up Carson Street on the Southside looking for a bottle of water, some gum, a bank machine and a bus stop. I found all those things. The street was lined with traffic in both directions. The bus stop was in the sun with no shade and no bus in sight. I asked a woman at the bus stop if I walked up the street, could I find a taxi? “I don”t think so,” she said, she was wearing a Steelers number 78 v-neck tee shirt. I asked her about the bus fare. “$1.75, $2.25 with a transfer.”
Eventually a bus came; it was freezing cold inside. I got off downtown at PPG Plaza, thinking I could get a taxi there. No such luck. I spotted a taxi, parked, with his flashers on. “Are you available?” I asked.
“I”m waiting for someone. You have to call for a taxi, they don”t cruise in Pittsburgh.” He handed me a taxi receipt with a phone number. I started walking toward the Omni Hotel, there would be taxis there. When I got to the corner of Fourth and Wood I stopped in the shade and looked at my map. It’s five more blocks to the Omni. I called the number. “Right away Marcus,” the woman said. I waited in the shade. And waited, fuck this; I started walking to the Warhol. Seven blocks plus the bridge, I”ll flag a taxi if I see one.
The Warhol Bridge and a striking new building I know nothing about. Continue reading “Andy Warhol Museum”
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