It has been quite a whirlwind of interest. The main thing is the tragedy of it all. Its so strange wandering through the building where 1000 union workers used to be, with empty floors all to myself. Pictures of kids, and personal mementos of the former occupants and general detrius of former life.
The unions haven't done much in my mind to endear me to them. We had 10 year old kids walking a strike line spouting vitreolic hate filled speech. If I had kids an my 10 year olds spoke like those did, I would probably discipline them severely.
I am also amazed at the decay that this city represents. Smells are quite awful, and the building (old telecom) looks like something out of 1950's communist era germany. Grey, dismal, and all around a depressing place.
One bright spot was this weekend, walking around the fort pitt park. Its quite beautiful. Traffic is also quite awful.
I miss my home and my dog. At least we are getting paid. Perhaps that new bathroom will be a reality!