More Pittsburgh Research
So I’ve been looking up more information on my own about this “Pittsburgh” that we’ll be moving to in late spring. It’s not that I don’t trust Bunky, it’s just that I like to get a second opinion (since I don’t trust Bunky). A quick search brought up some propoganda, an extensive student guide to Pittsburgh, a lifestyle guide, and a link to the Strip District. Here are a few tidbits that Bunky neglected to mention:
There are two things you have to know about driving in Allegheny County: Roads here rarely cross at a 90 degree angle and potholes always have the right of way.
Sounds like that will be painful in the little Scion xA =(.
“We’re moving to Pittsburgh.”
For newcomers to our fair city, those four little words don’t usually trigger the same emotions as would, say, “We’re moving to Paris.”
Instead of champagne and balloons, there’s usually dismay, apprehension, even tears, as visions of steel mills and pollution and other outdated cliches about the Steel City come to mind.
What an opening for an article.
Christine Haught admitted she cried when her husband, a telecommunications executive, told her they would be moving here from Atlanta, whose climate she loved, along with the shopping.
Oh… I see it gets better…
“The biggest drawback to the city is the job market,” he added.
OMG, Christine, pass the tissues.
Like many newcomers, she and her husband opted to live in the North Hills, citing the same reason everyone else does.
“It’s the easiest commute in the city, with no tunnels,” said Dana Landis, a resident of the North Hills who is active in that community’s Newcomers’ club. “The Parkway North is always clear when you check the morning news.”
No mention of the Shadyside or Squirrel Hill that Bunky loves.
Bisno says she still hasn’t figured out how to get on and off the Boulevard of the Allies when she drives to her office Downtown. “It’s easy to confuse I-279 with I-579, especially when people tell you to take the exit off Squirrel Hill and there isn’t one. People tend to give you directions by saying, oh, make a right where the old so-and-so building used to be, which can be hard since you weren’t around when that building was.”
Oh, there it is…
Don’t yunz be nebby. I know the car needs warshed, but I’m gonna redd up the hahse, then go to Jine Iggle. No way am I going dahntahn ’cause it’s kinda slippy out. Need any gumbands for your Stiller tickets?
Translation: Mind your own business. I know the car needs to be washed, but I’m going to tidy up the house, then go to Giant Eagle. I’m not going Downtown because the roads are slippery. Need any rubber bands for your Steeler tickets?
{English} {Do you speak it?}
Pittsburghers are convinced — and blame it on that civic chauvinism if you want — that we lead the nation in potholes. (See City of Champions.) Still, even some natives misunderstand the function of the pothole. It’s a safety device, a concave version of the speed bump. It’s government’s way of saying, “Speed kills. Slow down.”
Haha, nice spin.
Elsewhere Online | Kabitzin 12/22/2005 | 
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