#130 - Air Brake

A job is a job is a job but there's something kind of rad about telling yinzer old timers you work at the Air Brake* and they all know exactly where you're talking about.

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*now Wabtec. started as Westinghouse Air Brake.

#129 - Yinzer Neighbors

Pulled into my oh so luxurious S.S. carport after a particularly  long / shit day not wanting to talk to anyone asides from my wife, daughter, and a cold beer. At some point during my commute, I thought, man, I dont even know the names of my friendly across the alley from my carport yinzer neighbors. Sure enough, on the day I was craving nothing more than solitude, Joe and his wife Marlene busted out a sweet gift bag for our daughter just as soon as I they say me pull in. Their name was on the gift tag. If course. No need for a present, but we got one anywayse. Because we're neighbors.

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#128 - Jag

Scene: My very pregnant (British) wife and I are crossing the madness that is E Carson St at 7:45pm on a weeknight.
"Watch out for that jag" - Me
"Oh, was that a Jaguar?" Wife
"No. Jagoff." - Me

#127 - Port Authority Apology

A Port Authority Bus driver just apologized. APOLOGIZED.  With sincerity.

He had pulled away from a couple, believing they were getting in a car. They yelled and gave chase as theyd intended to utilize our fine transit system. He stopped, and after they boarded, said "I'm sorry"

Also he didn't run over any cyclists on the 54 route between Southside and Bloomfield and was generally polite.

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#126 - Primanti's References

The super certified teacher at our breast feeding class used proper Primanti Sandwich eating techniques as an analogy to correct child breastfeeding position.

#125 - Crumbling Infrastructure

Private property but crumbling tracks less than a mile from where a derailment happened under a week before. The mighty falling.

Our shit isn't perfect here in Pittsburgh but at least we are surrounded by those who recognize a need for infrastructure, and a host of other commie govbmnt programs, to maintain a functioning society.

#124 - Underwear Bike Ride

Joined the underwear bike ride randomly after encountering it at Market Square and letting the German in me take over.

Stripped to my skivvies and enjoyed the simplistic beauty of mostly naked yinzers riding bicycles in harmony.

Dipped and whooped and hollered up and down and around downtown, Southside, and north shore. Through the Armstrong Tunnels we were a wall of sound. Left the group at Penn Brewery to ride home, getting late for a school night.

Passed a couple yinzers cleaning the Station Square sandstone with some non-caustic cleaners 30 minutes since the underwear ride passed and they were still pontificating wildly about the 395 or so underwear clad who had rode by a short while ago.

Photo Unrelated To Underwear Ride Except Thematically.