Pittsburgh / Deep of the Morning

More, later, to be said on the atrocity in Squirrel Hill. For now, thoughts go to our friends affected, as bits of a song by our much-missed friend Karl Hendricks ring in my ears.

Pittsburgh
Deep of the morning
Gunshots in the alley
My heart in my mouth
Everyone’s still in their bed, still sleeping
Their breaths like moonbeams
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out

‘Cause everyday’s another stupid miracle
An intolerable surprise
Feels like I’m always finding out
I’m alive

– Karl Hendricks

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