Grandpa worked the presses

My grandfather worked for the newspaper in Valparaiso, where I grew up. I think he actually worked the presses at one point, but was doing editing and layout when I was old enough to go to his work. Riding home tonight, I happened to pass the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette building when it was dark outside (thanks, daylight savings) and the press room lights were on. I never knew they actually printed the papers there. I figured it was just offices and administrative stuff. Now, I have a new destination to swing by on my way home from work to gawk and the fun, beautiful machinery.

Unearthed

We went to Unearthed, a fundraiser for the Friends of the Pittsburgh Urban Forest last night. A handful of artists created work from dead and fallen wood from Allegheny Cemetery. Some of the pieces were great. Some seemed like the artist either couldn't find inspiration in the piece they received or by the deadline. It was a fun night. Maya was circulating sort of on the clock for her job at the Lawrenceville Corporation. Tim's band, the Metropolitans played a set during the show. Silas just hung out in the carrier the whole time. He slept for the first hour or so and woke up and looked around for latter half. We didn't end up with any decent pictures of him. Alas.