There's Never A Fee Unless...
When it comes to watching sports, I’m really at a lull. Of course we have the Pirates, who are actually showing a bit of life with the return of Marte, but you just can’t allow yourself to feel any sort of hope, because history says they will find a way to crush your soul.
Flashdance to Dark Knight
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.
Oh, Lord Stanley, Lord Stanley! Bring me the Brandy!
Pass Schultz a beer… It’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest
Back-to-back, yinz. I mean, it’s crazy to think that I’m saying that again! The last time this happened, Lemieux and Jagr were rockin’ the best Pittsburgh hairstyle there ever was!
Somethin’ Smells Fishy
There’s been a lot of chatter about these damn catfish recently, so I figured it was a good time for you to “get woke” about what fish are lurking in our three rivers. (Did I use the “woke” word right?)
An Ode to Summer in Da 'Burgh
Keep it dry, don't lick it
Time for a quick poem
On Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest
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.
Uncle Jerry Gets a Little R&R (at the RR)
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?
The Definitive Ranking of Kennywood Rides
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.
Ten Points About Da Point
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...
What Does Your Fish Fry Order Say About You?
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.
Uncle Jerry's Points of Interest
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.