Every so often my mother would tell us stories about how the drivers would take green pills they called pericos to stay awake.
He says goodbye and she says it back. But neither of them walk away.
I rode the 381 home and sat in the priority seats just behind the box of free tabloids.
Many of southwest Pittsburgh’s neighborhoods exist at a 20-degree angles.
I took some notes on the buildings I passed: Grass, birds, and rabbits painted onto the side of a daycare. I can get behind that.
Despite being over 40 years old, Kelly Froh has the audacity to venture out in public.