I never experienced the old Pittsburgh of soot and burgeoning mills and new immigrants, but there are times this old Pittsburgh reveals itself to me in surprising moments. There are locations in the North Side where the Fringe was held… Read More ›
If I Die I’m a Legend
Friday Fringe Binge: Day 1 of the Festival
It was 90 degrees, I had a backpack full of snacks and water bottles and I was hiking from one end of the North Side to the other to catch an outdoor performance; Pittsburgh Fringe was in full swing. That… Read More ›