News

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.