I want to hate the duck.
I want to use a popular folk idiom telling people what they should go and do to this duck.
I want to complain that once again the Cultural Trust is hiring outside of Pittsburgh, blowing masses of money on a non-Pittsburgh artist when we can barely keep our own.
And then I saw it. This odd idol from everyone's childhood gallery of saints blown into epic size and drifting up our bath tubby river. And I melted. I'm a convert.
I thought, "How magically weird." And then I thought when people ask me what Pittsburgh's really like and why I love it, I end up saying, "Well ... it's weird ... it has a kind of magic to it ..."