smartstuff dear 43ers: thank you for not being awful people
Early in 2001 I moved to Pittsburgh because I wanted to be in a “big city”. Sadly, no one told me at the time that Pittsburgh had lost over 7/10ths of its population, and now is the same size as Toledo.
And oh! So many bridges! The rumor is… and I don’t know how they measure these things, is that Pittsburgh has the most bridges short of Venice. Some go over the rivers, and some transverse the valleys—geographical lesson—Pittsburgh has no hills. Only ravines. Once you get to the top of any “hilltop”, you realize you’re on a flat plateau.
Everyone talks funny, and is excessively polite, to the point of uselessness. They love their football and local beer. The weather is run by a psychotic bag lady who can’t control her temper. It will change fifty degrees in 2 hours. No joke.
Oh. And they eat sandwiches with frenchfries and coleslaw on them. But you probably already knew that.
