Detail, Map of the 18th Ward, East End (North) Pittsburgh, 1904.

 

Such a whirlwind of a past few days that now I'm not sure quite what this business with circuses was supposed to be about, although its meaning seemed entirely too elusive and pressing at the same time not to get down and out, as they say.  Isn't that the way our efforts turn out sometimes?  Future generations will be constantly shaking their heads and rolling their eyes.

 

Meanwhile, so much going on and so busy, my precious ones, that a list for perusal in your own free time will have to suffice:

More of course has crossed the path because life is very full and a lot on one's plate -- and on this latter subject, I recommend the Pacific Dining Car at 1310 W. Sixth Street toward downtown, est. 1921.  Full plates indeed and very shades of "China Town" I thought.  Had hoped to have dined at Langer's so I could report on a deli overlooking MacArthur Park (not melting in the rain I assure you) but it's closed on Sundays and earnest young men with megaphones loudly declaring their religious experiences held court outside.  And in the park too.  Quite a number of them in fact.  Shouting about the Wages of Sin and how they had Bathed in the Blood. 

So we made a mental note to return during the week and continued on our way, in the wake of their rejoicing.