Abstract:
I'm sympathetic to those who get tired of me comparing Pittsburg to every other city in which I've lived. "Well, in NEW YORK, there are restaurants." "Well, in SARASOTA, there are beaches." "Well, in AMARILLO there are Klan rallies."
But the comparison that those who brave my soapbox tend to hear most is drawn between life in Pittsburg and life in what I consider my hometown: St....
