I held a bulldog on a leash. I watched an artist light a painting on fire with gunpowder. I was nearly asphyxiated by the chemicals in his studio. The smell didn’t seem to bother him. I tried to visit galleries in Downtown Pittsburgh but they were closed. I looked into the window of one and saw some random items on a blanket on the floor. Traffic in the city was a nightmare. A bus forced me to make a right turn (instead of a left) directing me toward a roadblock that I did not remember. I sat in the Beehive and drank a couple cups of coffee. A lot of old friends were there. I recognized an actress from some local plays sitting at a table next to me. I wanted to say hello and tell her that I had seen her performances, but that would have been awkward. I walked down East Carson Street and stopped for hot roast beef sandwiches with some friends. I looked around the old Brew House and wondering if the place would ever be filled with activity again. A door was collaged with some old baseball cards from the 1980’s.