I knew they liked their teams but I did not expect the whole town to be painted yellow and black. Not only did the buildings and bridges sport the team colors, but the locals as well. Men in ties on their way to work sported Steelers beenies, woman shuffled to offices in pantsuits and Steelers parkas. It was not only outer wear but inner investment. I overheard a conversation between two 50 something women in an employee break room discussing the importance of diversified play calling to take pressure off of a quarterback. I peeked into the room and despite my best efforts could not find the teleprompter they were reading from.
I walked over the Andy Warhol Bridge, turned right, and kept going till I hit the place where three rivers came together, and a fort once stood. Fort Pitt was a focal point in the French and Indian War and the wilderness edge of colonial America.
What I found there was a concrete outline on the ground where the walls once stood, a plaque on the ground, and “closed for renovation” sign on the museum door that looked as if had been undisturbed for months.
I abandoned the old and historic for the Pop and modern.
Not only does the Andy Warhol Museum contain large and repetitive etchings of Elvis, but skinny jeans, round glasses, and a white wig worn by the weird one himself. In addition to the permanent collection the museum was also showing Shepard Fairey’s ” E Pluribus Venom” show, which includes his now iconic Obama Hope poster.