Here We Go

I guess it was '95 when the Steelers went to the Superbowl the last time. I had only lived in Pittsburgh a short time and was fresh from my organic-girl, quaker days in Berkeley. The whole thing basically went right by me. I lifted my nose from a medical textbook once in while and wondered what all the screaming was about but that's about it. One of my slightly more atuned Menonite friends noticed enough to complain indignantly that night after night for two straight weeks the lead story on the evening news was guess what: The Steelers are still going to the Superbowl. Shades of Francisco Franco is still dead. Now that I'm older and a good bit more weary I take pleasure in the reassuring glee of the nightly news. I am glad for the reprieve. The lead story will soon enough be about shootings, hit-and-runs, arsons, missing and abandonned children. And, this being Pittsburgh the occassional porch collapse.