The old hands, they say everything changes in Oakland. Unless it was built by Carnegie, Frick or the University of Pittsburgh, it can be razed, remodeled or rehabbed.
“History takes time. History makes memory,” observed writer Gertrude Stein, a native of the North Side. At the time of Stein’s birth in 1874, however, this area was known as Allegheny City.
These are working-class neighborhoods, where row houses are old and weathered, and the sidewalks are cracked. This is where Pittsburghers do what they do best: make something out of nothing.
When people talk about Bloomfield, they call it “Pittsburgh’s Little Italy.” And why shouldn’t they? There’s a sign that says as much at the foot of the Bloomfield Bridge.
Grab a glass, come along with us and set your sights (and palates) on some great grape tourism—a bunch of wineries, vintners and wines—right here in western Pennsylvania.
We’re sitting on what may be the second-largest natural-gas field in the world—but is it possible to improve our air and water while making the most of the enormous economic opportunity?
