Fred Rogers died today. If you grew up in the shadow of Pittsburgh, and were of a certain age, when Pittsburgh advertised itself as a city of neighborhoods, you'll remain convinced that the Neighborhood of Make-Believe is somewhere in there. Probably around Mount Oliver, no one's really sure where that is. The T has to run there, though these days, you'll probably have to wait at Steel Plaza. And you have to hope they broke the news to Daniel gently.

Goodbye, neighbor.