And what Pittsburgher could forget the cost of gas on the Turnpike? No matter what kind you got, the price was FUN. Literally. FUN. I wish the cost of gas was still FUN. I guess the kiddos of Pittsburgh will just have to wait until they have their learners permit before experiencing the thrill of driving.
The Old Mill
Over. One Hundred. Years. And it gets taken down for some Garfield Nightmare ride that better resembles a bad acid trip through the Sunday comics? No, thank you. I'll take the older-than-dirt wooden boats, dark corners to sneak a kiss to your sweetie, and the comfort of the familiar skeletal faces and features. I bet if I polled a group of 100 native Pittsburghers, at least half of them had their first kiss on the Old Mill.