Today, we will drive from Derby City to the Steel City, to hear our Pittsburgh area writers read at the White Whale Bookstore in what was (and always will be) Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. In remembrance, I am posting this old essay . . . Once upon a time, in a neighborhood faraway, I watched Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. Actually, I watched my pre-school daughter watch Mr. Rogers. No one can be that nice, I thought. The man exposed my hidden cynic, the one I had muffled as a social