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.