On the Tuesday of my week in Pittsburgh, we got to go to a baseball game. It’s been well over 20 years since I’d been to a game.

The stadium was just a 20- minute walk from the hotel. We crossed this nice bridge, one of many, necessary in a city at the junction of three rivers.

The hapless Pirates played poorly and lost to the Cubs, and we left after the seventh inning. It was a fun outing, but I don’t know that I have the stamina to ever really be a fan.