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 your fanny packs, it’s time to follow the yellow arrows toward another edition of Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
The lawn chairs are out of the streets and the jean shorts are out of the crawl space. That can only mean one thing: the weather is warmer in the Burgh.
Grab a basement pop… It’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
Now that we’ve established what Pittsburgh River and Fish Fry Order represents you, it’s now time for history class. The Point in Pittsburgh is like the “Stocks” app that comes standard on your iPhone. Hear me aht here...
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.