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Grateful

Grateful

I'm writing to you today from a patio on the beach in San Diego. I'm currently on day eight of a ten-day West Coast adventure, already having made stops in San Francisco and Los Angeles... and well, I'm feeling rather grateful and thought I'd take a minute to share why with all of you.  

My Story

My Story

Just before classes and campus commitments get back into full swing, Kirsten, our other Shades Brand Ambassador, took time out of her busy summer to share where her fondness for sunglasses comes from. By the end of this blog post, her touching, personal story will have you feeling like you've known her your whole life. Continue to follow Kirsten and her love for food on Instagram @thegirlwhoatepgh, and you'll quickly realize just how good her taste is in not only Shades, but also cuisine. 

There's Never A Fee Unless...

There's Never A Fee Unless...

Follow the bouncing ball, it’s time for another Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
 
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

Flashdance to Dark Knight

Squeeze a couple more squirts of butter on that popcorn… It’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
 
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.

Pittsburgh's Own Fountain of Youth

Pittsburgh's Own Fountain of Youth

You’ve heard a lot from our Uncle Jerry, and from some guy named Muz, but I thought it might be time to get a little bit of a female voice on this site. I was recently in a presentation for my day job and was shocked to hear that women now make up 51% of this great country. We’re no longer the minority, technically.

Oh, Lord Stanley, Lord Stanley! Bring me the Brandy!

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

Somethin’ Smells Fishy

Grab your rod, it’s time to reel in another edition of Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest
 
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

An Ode to Summer in Da 'Burgh

Grab a used envelope
Keep it dry, don't lick it
Time for a quick poem
On Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest

The Definitive Ranking of Kennywood Rides

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

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?

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

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. 

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