I’m reminded of that Calvin And Hobbes strip where they are discussing where they go when they die.
Hobbes: “Pittsburgh.”
Pause.
Calvin: “Do you mean if you’re good or if you’re bad?”
Pittsburgh is a really good city. I think that it is the name that people get stuck on. It rolls off the lips much better than “Milwaukee,” or “Cleveland,” yet it is kind of a silly name.
Pittsburgh gets no respect, which is a shame. My girlfriend hails from there (actually from Coriapolis). I’ll be setting my second novel in Pittsburgh in the 1880’s, and will probably spend some time there doing research. If I lived in Pittsburgh, I could go to Pennsic every year.
For a moment, your title gave me this vision of the Steel City poorly encased in Saran Wrap. How big of a roll would you need to do the job?
I’ve been there, and it’s a nice city in a scenic location. Bewildering roads, though, which could stand to be a little wider. Ever since ESPN tapped PNC Park as the best major league ballpark in America, I’ve been itching to see a game there.
Actually, for many Xena fans, Pittsburgh is kind of a holy city, a Mecca, if you will. People go to Pittsburgh just to see the sites mentioned in this story.
Every mention of Pittsburgh makes me shiver with glee (Though I’ve never been. Working on it).
When I was consulting I spent some time there and found it to be a very nice city. At the time I found the drivers to be especially polite (although a friend from there now tells me that they are as agressive as any other city.) Iron City beer sucks though…
PNC Park is a great, great ballpark. Go there now, that way you won’t have to watch the Pirates play as their play tends to spoil the beauty of the place.
If so, then you might want to do some background information on the “Most Haunted House In America,” 1129 Ridge avenue, aka The Congolier House, eventhough it no longer exists. Edison visited it to study the paranormal.
Baldwin, let me see if I can’t find the big book we have about the history of Pittsburgh.
Also, you might be interested to know that back then, Pittsburgh was referred to as “Hell with the lid off.” THAT was because it was so smokey, from the mills. Until the 1960s, the street lamps came on at noon, and you kept a change of clothes at the office-walking down the street coated you in soot.
I was born in Pittsburgh, so it’s always been good to me. I don’t remember it smelling bad, but I remember it being incredibly pretty. Of course, I haven’t been back in, oh…twenty years, but I’m sure it’s still pretty.
I didn’t attend the Dope-a-ween, but I saw the pictures in the other thread. I can honestly say that you look exactly like how I pictured you. Isn’t that strange?
We don’t usually eat those sissy wrap sandwiches in Pittsburgh.
Chipped ham sandwiches on hard rolls. Primanti sandwiches on French bread. Hoagies loades with meat and cheese. The monstrosity of a sandwich served at Chiodos that has everything including the kitchen sink.
Yep, we eat real sandwiches in Pittsburgh, and seldom get a bad wrap.
Hey, loving a city and being able to live there are two different things.
I too love Pittsburgh. Living there was one of the nicer times in my adult life, and I appreciate its sense of community to this day. One day soon I’ll return for a visit. I hope.
I’m not allowed to like Pittsburgh… (Baltimoron here)
I have been there, it’s been a few years but I remember it being more of a holey city than a holy city. When I was there I almost lost my car in a pothole…
