Unique Streets: 14
Miles Walked: 3.52
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Capital Avenue, Curranhill Avenue, Ringwalt Street, Tonopah Avenue, Frog Way, Longmore Avenue, Westinghouse Street, Colebrook Avenue, Fairacres Avenue, Kiralfy Avenue, No Name, Alturia Street, Crosby Avenue, Fallowfield Avenue, Shiras Avenue, Anglon Way, Peola Road, W. Liberty Avenue, Haddon Way, Herman Drive, Crysler Street, Elmbank Street, Dunster Street, Lamoine Street, Fernhill Avenue, Ferncliffe Avenue, Hartranft Street, Mayville Avenue, Pioneer Avenue.
The walk this post is about took place on March 5, 2020. It’s been 52 days. How is it possible that I could not find the time to write a simple blog post during a stay-at-home order when we are not supposed to leave the house except for essential business? What in the hell have I been doing with my time other than dyeing my hair pink, drinking too much beer, and starting (but not finishing) countless home improvement projects??
Like most people I’ve spoken with, mental health has taken a hit during this strange time. It feels like I’m in the midst of the swings of depression. There are some days when I feel great and I get a lot done. There are some days when I consider it a success if I brushed my teeth. I could feel guilty about all of this but that wouldn’t help. Instead, I am trying to be sympathetic towards myself and carry on with little to no judgement.
I think my approach might be working (fingers crossed) because today I finally felt inspired to start writing again. Ideas have been percolating in my subconscious for a few days and now the brew is ready.
On this Thursday in a world that seems galaxies away, I met my friend Shannon for a walk near Fiori’s in Beechview. We hadn’t seen each other since September when she walked with me in Shadyside. We both started in for a hug and then realized that it probably wasn’t a good idea at the time. Little did we know that the next day, the first two cases would be reported in Pennsylvania.
Let’s take a step back and try to remember a time when there wasn’t coronavirus in our state; in our country; on our minds constantly. Strange, isn’t it?
Back to Beechview. Nothing like some of the steepest streets in the country to keep your mind off an impending global pandemic. We climbed and talked, pausing to inspect some interesting lawn ornaments.
A veritable clowder of kitties in this yard:
An ancient boat and car:
Is that you, Ratatouille?
Eventually we found ourselves near the German Cemetery off of Fallowfield. Shannon has been into genealogy lately and took some time reading the gravestones.
This toy car was left on the grave of a seven-year-old girl.
We got back to our cars and realized we hadn’t walked all that much. We ended up driving to Moore Park (there was a much-needed port-a-potty near the soccer field) and walking on one of the muddy trails that runs behind West Liberty School. We got a tad bit muddy and I had a sneaking suspicion that Shannon regretted embarking on the second part of our walk. Sorry Shannon!
After our walk, we met at Bigham Tavern to actually catch up. If I would have known this would be one of the last times I’d be able to go out to eat at an actual restaurant, I would have further savored every delicious sip and bite.