Actually, this is Jenn--grew up in Pittsburgh.

Joe Magarac. Woods. Creeks. Runs. Presque Isle. Carnegie Institute and Carnegie libraries. Tipples. Slag Heaps--glowing at night. Iron City Beer and of course, Old Frothingslosh--the pale, stale ale with the foam on the bottom. Mr. Rogers, his neighborhood, and many neighbors. Art says, two seasons: winter and road construction. (and this is different from where you live, and we live, how?) Deer whistles. Pymatuning Dam, and canoes on the lake or on the Connequinessing Creek at Camp Carondawanna. The Tamburitzans, and tamburitza of all sizes. Pierogies. Lasagna. Gyros. Knowing when you got near home on the highway because of the names on the political signs--some with way too many vowels, others with way too many consonants.
Cook's Forest. Brady's Bend. Trilliums, bloodroot, violets and dog-tooth violets, spring beauties and April beauties and Solomon's seal, true and false, Indian pinks, and Mayflowers.

Thanks for the memories.