Your mom’s beautiful—doesn’t look 84 at all!

Same here in Squirrel Hill at 7:26; i guess this is one of the neighborhoods that doesn’t get snow.

When walking through Homewood Cemetery, I amuse myself by spotting all the headstones with the name of a well-known company/road/borough/township/industrialist etc. Someone mentioned Heinz, but H. C. Frick and his family, the Mellons, Hillmans, Benedums are also there. The Browns—as in Brown’s Hill—are in that big pyramid at the top of a hill. So many fascinating stories!

I’m from Cleveland originally, and I didn’t realize how much I loved hills and valleys, didn’t realize what i had been missing all along was the comfort and coziness of terrain until i moved here. (BTW—no one describes this better than Annie Dillard in the first few pages of An American Childhood.)

Try Bastone, which is in an alleyway parallel to Highland, roughly behind Arhaus and Casbah. http://www.bastoneauto.com/ I’ve gone to them for years, and as a woman, I’ve never thought they were pulling the wool over my eyes or recommending work I didn’t need. (Drove Wilkins today; those divots are deep and there’s no warning to slow down to about 10 mph!)

‘Weird up hill mountain trains’ made me laugh and I’m going to call them that from now on