Here We Are Tour Diary: Pittsburgh
Yinz with me?
Rising to the rustling of campers packing their vehicles, I slide open the passenger-side door, swing my legs out, and slip on my Rothy’s (no product placement here, but that’d be nice).
Suddenly, the windows begin descending. “No, no, no, what the fuck?!?,” I whine out. Did I leave the door open too long? Did I press something on the car key by accident…
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