There ain’t nothin’ butter, oops, better than goin’ to the drive-in on a warm night in the 'burgh. I cram the kids in the trunk so I don’t have to pay for them, the ol’ lady packs all the dollar candy from CVS and we sit dahn on the parking chairs to just enjoy a good flick.
Grab a chisel from the woodshed… It’s time for another edition of Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
Was drivin’ back from Myrtle last week and the channels kept goin’ in and aht and I happened to land on some political talk show. Now, I don’t like talkin’ politics, but I overheard them say something about Mt. Rushmore. This is something you may not know about me, but I am a “Modern Marvels” fanatic.
Pass the Giant Eagle sunscreen, it’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
A heat wave struck da Burgh this week, and I gotta tell ya, I can smell the Myrtle Beach saltwater already! Like shark tooth necklaces inside of Waves, there’s thousands of yinzers that flood the shores of the Redneck Riviera every summer. “Why Myrtle Beach,” you ask?
Grab some haluski, it’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest
Last week, we figured out what Pittsburgh River best represents your personality. This week, we’re gonna talk about a tradition that happens up, dahn and all around da Burgh: The Fish Fry.
Pull up a parking chair… it’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest
So there I was, taking the Clipper across to a Stillers game last fall, and I had this thought: If I were a river in the great confluence of da Burgh, which one would I be? I think it’s blasphemous to think that I could only be one.