My unending failures to get Pittsburgh a Gene Kelly statue

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There was a homeless guy playing a battered old saxophone smack dab in the middle of Pittsburgh’s Market Square Wednesday when I strolled through.

And I’m making the stereotypical assumption he was homeless. He may just have been an eccentric who likes to dress in shabby clothes to bum money.

No matter. I tossed two bills into his case and shambled on wondering about whether