sometimes i forget just how much of a pittsburgh girl i am. last night there was a really great episode of the american experience about roberto clemente. my parents, especially my dad, really admired clemente and while i wasn't old enough to remember his tragic death it was always obvious to me that both my parents felt the world lost a great person far too soon. i went out to tell drew how i'd taped it for him, and that i was going to burn a copy for my sister who i recently found out had love clemente as a kid, when he looks at me blankly and asks "who's roberto clemente?" the only thing i could say in reply was "i can't believe you. first franco harris and now roberto clemente?" drew hadn't known who franco was, despite rooting for the steelers as a kid, and when that came to light i said something along the lines of "you don't know who franco harris is? one of the greatest running backs of all time?!?!?!?!" i just took it for granted that if you were familiar with the 70s steelers you'd know who franco was, and that everyone knew who roberto clemente was. guess i was wrong.
i am really missing home. it's been far too long since i've visited (thank you stupid herniated disc for screwing up my trip in march) and it feels like christmas, when we're planning to visit, might as well be forever away from now. i suppose i'll snap out of it but right now i feel generally friendless, and i have so many friends in the 'burgh i could call up. i haven't really had the opportunity to make any new friends here, thanks to the soul and time sucking commute, so it gets kind of lonesome. thankfully we won't have this commute forever, but still....
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We miss you, too, darling! Can't wait 'til you come home for a visit-- I just hope I'll be able to get over there to see you. Any left over pie to comfort you??
darcy's right. we really do miss you. i was basically pouting and stomping my feet the whole time we were at the highland park yard sale a few weeks ago. "how could they move so far away?" "i can't BELIEVE they're staying there." "dumb old drew and his stupid allergies." you know. this kind of sulky tantrum takes place about, oh, once a week. that, apparently, is my correct dosage level for annie interaction, what i used to get (at least) before you moved away, you big dum-dum. poo.
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