Mr. Olesko! If you're a good walker, you could walk to the Monongahela Incline from Bigbee Street. The Duquesne Incline, which I like better, is a bit further.
There isn't any steel industry anymore. I'm old enough to remember when the whole Monongahela valley looked like it was on fire at night. The morning air smelled like rotten eggs. I wore dark colors all winter. But people were working.
I took Scottish dancing lessons up the hill from where the monument to the Homestead Strike monument is. Where the mills used to be, by the river, you will now find the strip mall from Hell. They've put up a few smokestacks, and some bessemers for decoration, but it's still a lousy strip mall.
Oh, get Hollowfox to tell you about when her grandfather rode the incline.