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My ‘dogs were barking’ by this part of the walk, and my back was getting a bit sore. The ankle was also a bit pissed by this point as well. I hadn’t had anything to drink for better than three hours, and overall I had achieved a state of fatigue – or as the French might say – ‘Fatigway.’

Mocking the French language is a hold over from grade school for me. Would you like a ‘whores du vores’ (hors d’oeuvres) along with your ‘Champagnee’ or ‘Cognack’? What d’ya say, Madamoysel?

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The new construction in this ‘zone’ is very popular with the masses and the apartments within are prized by those who live there. You see this style of corporate barrack housing getting built all over Pittsburgh.

Personally, not for me. Too generic, reminds me of Levittown.

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A sharp edge indicates you’ve left the strip, and that’s confirmed as you pass by the 16th street David McCullough Bridge.

I deviated towards the Allegheny River right about here, and wandered along it for a few steps. Decisions, decisions. Should I continue on, along the waterfront, or should I just keep my toes pointed at an eventual ride back to HQ on the T light rail?

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I decided to do both, but continued with a generally ‘T-focused’ pathway.

As mentioned above, the physical effects of this effort were beginning to control my path. Remember, I’m the guy who used to walk from the Gowanus to Astoria ten years ago, but injuries and age have taken their toll upon the rotting pre-corpse that my brain is stuck within.

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Walking under the gargantuan Veteran’s Bridge in this shot, I am.

I was also really thirsty. I’ve got to be careful when slurping liquids on these long walks, otherwise I might need to piss unexpectedly due to those blood pressure pills I mentioned a few days ago. This wasn’t a problem when I was all lonesome like back in Skunk Hollow, but there’s actual people here, ones who might object to me exposing my hoo-ha.

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At any rate, I had a good half hour of walking ahead of me before I’d be able to board a T light rail unit back towards HQ.

Back next week with a bit more, and then… wowza.

Wait till you see the next crazy place I went.

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As asserted, every place worth a damn on the east coast of the United States offers a ‘Railroad Avenue’ or a ‘Railroad Street’ into its equation.

Back at Newtown Creek, it was the former, whereas here in Pittsburgh, it’s the latter. Two plans were warming my frigid soul, and luckily they overlaid with each other.

There’s a couple of sets of tracks laid into the asphalt here. One set of these rails are obviously not being maintained, whereas the secondary spur is definitely active and has somebody looking after it. It’s Allegheny Valley RR turf in this zone, and I’ve had people who live locally tell me that the service is actually quite active here, and particularly so in the small hours of the night.

Also, the rails here are shiny and not terribly corroded, so active.

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I followed Railroad Street, and enjoyed its various tableaus.

Based on the sort of building stock hereabouts, this section used to be where warehousing occurred. Enormous buildings are everywhere. Pittsburgh’s film industry bases itself nearby, and I’m fairly sure I once saw Jason Statham getting into his car somewhere along this route.

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Big footprint properties abound hereabouts, but what I was focused on were those railroad tracks. They lead right through an area of ongoing hyper gentrification, and then towards the ‘Strip District’ which is also experiencing a ‘build out.’ Said ‘Strip’ used to be where grocery stores bought their wholesale produce, with said cargo being brought into the city via the rail, or by barges over at the riverfront just a few blocks north of this spot.

Again, I am doing absolutely zero historic research at all. None. How dare you accuse me of doing so. The past doesn’t matter, only the future, onwards and upwards. Ignore the man behind the curtain.

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That mound of dirt is a bold architectural statement, primitivism given a prime location and in a popular area. It harkens back to the burial mounds of those who once controlled this land, long before the Seneca or the Americans… and the referential structure just turns me on.

Those tracks… where could they possibly be going?

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Finally, the end of that line was spotted, with a refrigerated car sitting at the train stop on a spur. It’s parked in front of a warehousing outfit called ‘Consumers Fresh Produce,’ which seems to operate in the ‘B2B’ space.

This is a long rail spur with – seemingly – a single customer.

Wow. I’ll find out when the AVRR makes regular street running deliveries here (as mentioned, I’ve been told ‘middle of the night’) and try to get some shots of that in the future. Wow.

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This is what I was looking for, the ‘train stop.’ End of the line.

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Leading out of Skunk Hollow, one follows the curving route of Sassafras Street. Everytime I think the words ‘Sassafras Street,’ the voice of actress Holly Hunter enters my brain and pronounces it at ‘Shashafrash Shtreet.’

Don’t know why, I’m all ‘effed up.

I also very well might be a phantom, floating along like some sort of localized psychic phenomenon or even a single red balloon (where are my 99 friends then?), while haunting a filthy black raincoat and operating a camera. Is it so bad to be translucent? Racist.

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The street itself is defined by the presence of the former Iron City Brewery. Huge industrial walls dominate, and I could definitely ‘feel eyes’ on me staring down from within.

A few open windows suggested some sort of morbid habitation. Probably junkies, but it could also be the black eyed ‘children’ who dwell in the mines, who are greatly dreaded in the folklore of the Appalachian mythos.

Let’s go with the latter, since it’s spookier, and since I might be a floating phantasm, they’d be my ‘peeps.’ Also, if you hear somebody calling your name from the woods in Appalachia during the night, no you didn’t.

Do not whistle at night, ever.

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Sassafras Street grades up to the local ‘grid’ at its apex, where the vehicle entry to the brewery used to be. It’s all ruins.

If this was back at Newtown Creek, my guess would be that some ugly chemical had been discovered on the site and that the developers were ‘air-sparging’ it away, but this ain’t Brooklyn or Queens.

Air-SPARGing is when you dig away all the concrete on a development site, and hope that precipitation will either dilute the contaminant, or that weather and subsidence on the affected plot will migrate the objectionable chemical downwards into the mud and beyond a point where the environmental legislation governing your brownfield/post industrial property won’t describe it as ‘dangerous,’ due to a lack of human exposure pathways. Still there, mind you.

The alternative would be a long and costly process which involves the installation of ‘recovery wells.’ Real estate people don’t like ‘long and costly.’ They’d actually prefer it if you just threw your money into their car windows when they drive up, so they don’t have to get out of the car at all.

Regarding ‘air-SPARGing’ if you live in Long Island City, or on the east river coast of Greenpoint, guess what?

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I know too many things to ever be happy, even as a phantom.

One last look toward the Iron City Brewery site, and off I went towards the dwelling places of the humans. The rest of this scuttle was pretty ‘low core’ but I was still ‘ready to rock.’

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A quick street crossing, and I was entering the zone known as ‘Lawrenceville.’ This is a fairly well populated area which has actually been enjoying a population expansion in recent years. It seems that this is a preferred dwelling area for the ‘tech bros.’ Pittsburgh has several outfits involved in ‘bleeding edge’ technologies like AI and robotics. Self driving vehicles have also been in testing/production here for a decade.

There’s money down there, yo.

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The plan for the rest of the day involved me following a set of rail tracks, in pursuance of solving a personal mystery, but that’s for tomorrow.

Boo! I’m a ghost! Scared ya? April Fools, kid!

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I really have to stop referring to these guys ‘the White Whale,’ as I’ve figured out several places to regularly catch their comings and goings at this stage of my residency in Pittsburgh. Melville references can only be used when something is an extraordinarily rare sight.

Allegheny Valley Rail Road is the name of the service’s corporate owner, and their branding on the Pittsburgh section is ‘Carload Express.’ Basically, the ‘big guys’ like CSX or Norfolk Southern handle the long distance transport of a rail car, whereas AVRR handles the ‘last mile’ of travel to the end customer.

Seriously though, that shot above is one of the top five rail shots which I’ve gathered since living out here in Pittsburgh. Zoom in on those wheels. You can see just how little of the wheel touches the rail, which is a very cool thing. NERD! NERD! NERD!

Yeah… but how often do you get to see a creep shot of a freight train, looking up a locomotive’s skirt, gaddammit?

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The berm which their tracks ride upon was around 8-10 feet high relative to the level of the street I was standing on, and it continued on towards downtown, paralleling a major vehicle thoroughfare and local street called ‘Penn Avenue’ for a spell.

Me? I just stood there, shooting and shooting.

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Surprisingly, I’ve seen this sort of thing multiple times in the last few weeks, specifically that the locomotive engines were running without a train of cargo cars attached to them. A violation of the first rule of freight, which is ‘don’t go anywhere empty.’ If you’ve ever had a job at a restaurant, this concept is related to the ‘empty hands do not go into or out of the kitchen’ rule.

As always seems to be the case, while this scene was playing out, a strong desire to urinate manifested.

I enjoy a variety of Doctor’s prescriptions related to my cardiac functions and circulatory health, it should be mentioned, and one of those pills happens to be a blood pressure medication. Said pill offers the label warning that ‘you may experience a sudden and immediate need to urinate.’ I can confirm this side effect.

I’ve realized that an ongoing theme here at Newtown Pentacle has revolved around me mentioning the need to suddenly have a piss while out in the wild, and that pill is why. I always try to describe the existential side of visiting these sorts of places, what I’m thinking or feeling, and so on. Ignoring basic biological function is silly and childish, to me. I’m not the City of Greater New York, after all.

That blood pressure pill does put me into real pickles, sometimes.

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After the train had passed, and some of the local plants had been watered, one decided to straighten out the straps for the camera and bag. I was about to enter a populated area again, and didn’t want to look all janky to the passerby. One leaned forward and resumed his herky jerky approximation of human locomotion.

Hey! Forgot to mention this, but I’ve finally regained the spring in my step, post orthopedic incident. I was moving at between 2.8 and 3.4 mph on this scuttle, according to the heath app on my phone. The upper margin is very near what’s considered ‘running’ speed.

Consider that nine months ago I was walking at 1.3 mph, and in the postural manner of the Batman villain Penguin, so that’s some good news right there lords and ladies.

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One more shot looking back over my shoulder, at where I had just walked through, under the Bloomfield Avenue Bridge. Neville Street transforms into Sassafras Street nearby, which parallels the fencelines of the old Iron City Brewery – an ‘abandoned’ property which seems to have an owner that’s experiencing a development dilemma.

Don’t know much about its story, but this brewery is a gargantuan former industrial property, plopped right at the edge of a ‘hot’ real estate area called Lawrenceville that seems to be trapped in ‘development hell.’

Think Brooklyn’s Greenpoint, or Williamsburg, around 1995-2000.

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The uphill route, out of the Skunk Hollow zone, shadowed.

Again, where is everybody? Maybe I am dead, just a wandering phantom with a camera… an animated but filthy black raincoat with no one inside…

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As described last week, your humble narrator found himself scuttling through a ravine in Pittsburgh that’s called ‘Skunk Hollow.’

Mostly deserted, but I like that, as it makes me wonder whether or not I’m a ghost. This scuttle was originally meant to revolve around just scouting, but I ended up back at HQ with hundreds of shots from the walk.

I knew rail moved through here, but this was a Sunday afternoon and I wasn’t expecting to see anything.

As I’ve stalked the various RR’s, a bit of experiential knowledge has begun to infest the brain box, and discernment of the movements of rail through Pittsburgh has creeped in – just a bit. I’ve found several ‘choke points.’

‘When’ they’re likely on the move, and ‘where’ to look. It’s pretty much the same mentality as hunting and stalking a game animal, really.

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Out of nowhere, Norfolk Southern #4012 appeared. Prey!

As intoned in the past, you hear a freight train before you see it. Sometimes you’ll get faked out by a heavy truck’s engine while it’s going up a hill, but there’s an unmistakable shimmer of vibration in the air when a freight train gets close to you.

Given the location, my guess would be that this train is heading straight through the ‘Golden Triangle’ peninsular section of Pittsburgh, and will then be rolling through the Amtrak/former Pennsylvania RR station downtown on its way to points north and west via the Fort Wayne rail bridge, but that’s a surmise and an assumption too. Guess.

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The Norfolk Southern unit was hauling mineral cars, presumptively full of coal or coke, but I can’t say for sure.

I’ve been doing no historic research at all here in Pittsburgh, of course, but have been doing some light reading on the coal industry. Fascinating world, that.

I’ll be talking about that subject here in about a month, which should let you know that once again these posts are going to be scheduled well in advance of publication date. I allowed my ‘lead time’ to evaporate a bit to catch the photos up with the seasons so you’re not looking at snow in April, and whereas these photos were captured on the first of March, the words being attached to them are being typed on the 16th of the month.

I’ve had three distinct ‘adventures’ since then.

Lots and lots of cool photos are in the pipeline, and I think I’ll have most of April’s ‘content’ covered pretty soon.

No intention exists for rehashing those routes I was forced into by the ice and snow anytime soon, although I did walk through that ‘north side near Allegheny Commons Park’ side of the city just yesterday. Had to get home via the Light Rail, and that’s where the nearest station is.

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At this bend in the road, Lorrigan Street transmogrifies into Neville Street for a spell. It’s uncommented upon by signage. There’s a contracting company down here, and based on what’s was in their vehicle fleet, I’d guess that they’re in the earth moving business.

One was as happy as I could be, it was all downhill from here, after all. I had just seen a train, which I was hoping for… so ‘win.’

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I had resigned myself to just waving the camera around, when I heard it coming, over my shoulder.

The air started to vibrate, a thrumming sound pulsed into the local vicinity, and a screaming high pitched metal sound echoed.

‘Steel on steel, the worst sound around,’ is another of my little aphorisms.

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Hey Now! That’s the White Whale! Allegheny Valley RR in the house!

I should mention, regarding the shots in tomorrow’s post, of this rail unit, that I was very pleased with myself soon after this particular interval.

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One had been desirous of perpetrating this scuttle before the verge grows back, as vegetative cover obscures detail and annoys me.

This is Lorrigan Street, looking back and up the hill at the area discussed yesterday. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but the Brooklyn boy is always going to spin on his heels occasionally to see if he’s being followed by some creature of the streets.

Disappointingly, I was all alone. So lonely…

As you’ll see in the coming weeks, one has fully reactivated himself. A maelstrom wrapped up in a filthy black raincoat has been observed blasting about Pittsburgh, in all sorts of unseemly places.

I’ve seen things… wonders… I tell you… wonders.

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The Ella Street Steps were encountered.

Apparently there’s a bit of local affection for these stairs from what I’ve seen online, but oh my goodness were they in a bad state of repair. One of the series of posts coming your way in coming weeks will show off a set of steps which look closer to collapse than these, but ‘jeez louise.’

Spalling, cracking, separation of structural members, subsidence, shifting foundation moving out of ‘plum’… this structure had it all.

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Look at that. The only thing holding this set of stairs together is gravity. All the pieces are just resting on each other, which is why it still stands. Bah!

As described in the past, the City Steps of Pittsburgh enjoy the legal status of being streets or sidewalks, and provide pedestrian access between the shifts of elevation common in the Appalachian landscape.

I can recommend Laura Zurowski, Matthew Jacob, and Charles Succop’s recent ‘City Steps of Pittsburgh’ book for a cogent history of this unique infrastructure, a publication which builds upon earlier volumes on the subject by author Bob Regan, with photos by my pal Tim Fabian.

Laura Z is quite active on Instagram under the handle ‘Mis.Steps.’

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Glorious, that’s how I’d describe this part of my long scuttle. I had outfitted the camera with an omnivore lens – my 24-240mm one. Glad I did, as I was constantly dialing back and forth between the wide and telephoto range.

Little did I know what awaited me at the bottom of this incline.

Well… I kind of did know, since I had clicked through here on the Google Maps street view before leaving HQ, and had previously walked through the other path through the ravine, but I’m also just trying to build some dramatic tension there for Monday and Tuesday’s posts…

Let’s just say ‘Hey Now!,’ and leave it at that for the moment.

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There are multiple rail ‘rights of way’ laid down in Skunk Hollow, along with one of the bus ways. Three of the area’s four major freight rail operations roll through here, as does Amtrak. If only there was a brewery with out door seating and a view nearby…

I was hoping for trains, which… well, once again… that’s for Monday and Tuesday next week, yo.

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Very, very interesting place for one such as myself, but I’m known for my love of insalubrious valleys, concretized devastations, and urban wastelands.

Back next week with lots of Choo-choo – including what I consider to be one of the best locomotive shots which I’ve captured since living here in Pittsburgh.

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As described in yesterday’s transmission, your humble narrator was on a mission. After an intriguing walk – more than month prior – along a path that threads though a valley/ravine which is found in the more or less dead center of Pittsburgh, I wanted to return and explore this ‘zone.’

Problem in the interim was ice and snow, and the sure knowledge that this out of the way industrial focused strip was likely the very last place to have gained the attentions of the plow and salt brigades.

Had to wait for the melt, so I tried to do a little bit of reading on the subject, and this place seems to be another one of Pittsburgh’s historical black holes.

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Obviously, I’ve got a lot more experience with the ‘black hole’ thing back home, so let’s use that as an example for what I mean.

The history of NYC is almost entirely written from the perspective of and about Manhattan. There’s also a lot of Brooklyn ‘stuff,’ but it’s a very specific part of the Borough which is well documented. Slavery in NYC during the Dutch vs. British periods, and the financing of the slave trade by insurance underwriters on Wall Street? Crickets. Anti immigrant riots? Mentioned, but mostly crickets, except in the case of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral. NYC’s ethnic neighborhoods being consciously created by Tammany to build ethnic voting blocs? Crickets. Newtown Creek…

The historic record of Pittsburgh is one punctuated by groups of oligarchs deciding to spend some of their moolah on churches, libraries, or schools, and the historic record thereby speaks glowingly about the Mellons or Fricks as being great and generous human beings, as well as public benefactors. Ignore their strike breaking and rapacious income levels.

The ‘record’ generally skips past spots like Skunk Hollow, whose scant mentions (which I’ve been able to find) include that ‘it’s a place where the low people gather to listen to jazz and drink.’ The low people were specifically described as ‘Negroes, Jews, and the Irish.’

My kind of spot, then.

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The funny thing about all that, is what’s down here was and is super important, and especially so to the history of 20th century Pittsburgh. Another abandoned home is seen on the hill, behind that massive retaining wall.

For this section of the day, the street I was walking on was called ‘Juniper Street,’ which invisibly transmogrifies into ‘Lorrigan Street,’ then ‘Neville Street,’ and it eventually becomes ‘Sassafras Street’ as it rejoins the local grid at an angle between Lawrenceville and Bloomfield.

For any new readers, I refer to an area which isn’t in one neighborhood or another as existing in the ‘angle’ between them.

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Looking back over my shoulder, and as usual – where is everyone?

I’m currently nurturing a fun delusion that I’m dead, and exist only as a phantom blowing along the empty streets while dissipating into the atmosphere, but that idea’s just Cotarded.

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The path began shedding altitude as the Bloomfield Avenue Bridge came into view. The businesses along this route were light and medium industrial.

As you’ve probably discerned, at the top of this hill is an auto mechanic who has a small junkyard worth of spare parts and ‘beaters’ arrayed about their property. Further down the road, there were material handlers, dump trucks, back hoes and other heavy gear parked here and there, so likely some sort of construction and earth moving outfit. Neat.

The ravine started to plunge in altitude, as the plateau which Bloomfield squats upon really came into focus. This is fairly obviously a hydrological valley, but the only water flowing through – which I could observe – was a drainage channel set in along the bottom of that giant hill.

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Yet another abandoned home.

Pittsburgh experienced a full on demographic collapse after the steel industry began pulling up stakes here. Many of these abandoned structures are in deleterious condition, as a note.

The theory which I’ve been offered – by local knowledge – is that the house belonged to a parent or grandparent, and the modern day inheritor of the property had long ago left Pittsburgh and hasn’t looked back. The abandoned property likely owes back taxes, or the cost of upkeep for the building is too much, or the modern day owner has just disappeared and there’s no one else to contact about upkeep. I’m told that Pittsburgh has a condemnation procedure which is incredibly bureaucratic, time consuming, and expensive to navigate, so…

Lots of abandoned homes with no line of clear property ownership to pursue for a condemnation.

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Your humble narrator is ruled by obeisance to several aphorisms of his own creation, one of which is ‘say what you do and do what you say.’

The first part of that is about being honest and frank when the subject involves personal failings, whereas the latter revolves around getting shit done. Back before all that arctic weather had taken over Pittsburgh for a month – with the ice walls, slush lakes, and treacherous pavement – one had declared that he would return to a certain place for a deeper look, and to explore a secondary lower pathway through the landform.

Last time through this landform, I had followed the upper Gold Way and Melwood Avenue path, which clings to the side of Polish Hill and looks down into a ravine, which I later learned bears the wonderful nomen of ‘Skunk Hollow.’ I said I’d be back, and I do what I say.

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This scuttle, which ended up being about ten miles all told, started along Baum Boulevard, in Pittsburgh’s Bloomfield. First stop was called ‘Gross Street,’ and Y’know what? It kind of was.

This point of access to that ravine is blocked off by some sort of secure site, all fenced with cameras and signs and all of the ‘stay out’ sort of stuff. The street grade here would be surprisingly steep anywhere else, but it’s Pittsburgh. It was climatologically lovely out, with temperatures in the high 40’s and a clear sky. Nearly all of the ice and snow had rotted away.

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The steel structures pictured are the support piers of the Millvale Avenue bridge, spanning the ravine. It’s a pretty simple truss bridge, carrying local traffic high above. I didn’t see much point in heading all the way down there on this walk, since I was in ‘scouting mode.’

As an aside, it is just so joyous to me that I can actually walk like this again. After the ‘orthopedic incident,’ wherein my left ankle was shattered in an accident at home, it wasn’t entirely certain what my capabilities would be afterwards. It still hurts, all the time, but there we are.

I’ve also got arthritis in the joint now, and that’s also a joy, but at least I know when it’s going to rain.

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Abandoned houses… you start not noticing them as there’s so many.

A new Mayor has been elected to lead Pittsburgh, and declarations have been made that the abandoned building problem is a high priority for the new administration, and expensive solutions have been offered. Apparently, it’s all about the budget, as it costs the city about $35k to demolish a house and cart away its remains. Estimates by the new administration state that there are north of 3,000 such properties just within the municipal borders of Pittsburgh, and that ends up being a whole lot of municipal cheddar which they can’t spend on far more sympathetic groups like widows and orphans instead.

I spent a lot of time trying to get the politicians to care about sewers and garbage back in Queens. They’d much rather cut the ribbon on a new park or school, than one on a new sewer plant.

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Bloomfield, which I’m told was historically Pittsburgh’s ‘little italy’ section, uses every single inch of space that a property lot defines.

The NYC way of describing the setup out here would say ‘they live ‘cheek by jowl’ with each other.’ The residential setups in this part of Bloomfield are small one and two story private homes, of the type called ‘mill worker’ housing, which you’ll see all over Pittsburgh. These aren’t ‘coal town’ houses, as that’s a different category. Gotta imagine that this neighborhood must have been a fun place to be a kid, and it reminds me a bit of the part of Flatlands/Canarsie where I grew up back in the world’s one ‘true’ place – Brooklyn.

Onwards, ever onwards…

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Where Edmond Street meets Juniper Street, that’s where I’d be leaving what passes for a street grid in Pittsburgh’s Bloomfield, and heading down into the Skunk Hollow Ravine for a bit of low core exploring.

As is my habit, I had clicked through the route in advance using Google Maps’ street view function, to know what to expect and to ensure that I wasn’t walking into a ‘cul-de-sac’ with a steep price of exit.

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First… the bad news: That brewery along these railroad tracks, which I’ve been haunting since moving to Pittsburgh from NYC, has closed its doors.

It seems that me showing up once every couple of weeks to photograph CSX trains, while drinking the two beers they sold me, wasn’t enough to keep them open. That’s why these shots are from ‘above’ instead of the usual ‘down there.’ The good news is that the brewery immediately changed hands and a new operator for the space is currently moving into the property. Whew!

Your humble narrator was ensconced upon an elevated causeway which forms a bridge over the rail tracks, a trestle structure designed with heavy trucking in mind. This entire area used to be part of a rail yard operated by the Pittsburgh & Lake Erie RR.

The building that the brewery, and this very ramp upon which I was standing is based within, used to serve as an intermodal facility where cargo could be unloaded from rail cars, warehoused, and then loaded onto trucks for local delivery.

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It’s empty offices and residences, mainly, these days. It’s owned and operated by one of the big real estate players from South Brooklyn who have had their hooks in the Bush Terminal along the Gowanus for a long time. Same set of problems here, as they have created there.

The riverfront trail is nearby, along with with Colors Park, but observationally the retail levels of this property are disastrously underutilized, and I barely see anyone coming or going from this structure who isn’t a security guard or maintenance worker. There’s an office of some kind in there, as you’ll notice ‘professional looking’ people exiting the place while wearing lanyards with ID’s on them at about five in the afternoon. Other than that – it’s usually quiet as a tomb. Perfect for me, but not so much for all 3 of their retail tenants.

I’ve been struck, incidentally, after watching a series of documentaries about Pittsburgh which were crafted back in the 1980’s and 90’s by a fellow who works for the local PBS station (WQED) named Rick Sebak.

It’s startling to see ‘that’ Pittsburgh, before the suburban diaspora really kicked in, when the Downtown section was pulsing with life and the ‘Station Square’ area surrounding this ‘Highline’ building was absolutely popping with both daytime and nightlife activity.

These days, it feels like there was a plague…

oh… wait…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

CSX #5381 was hauling some sort of mineral – which looks like coal – but I’m assuming that one there so let’s use ‘mineral.’

That isn’t some sort of political statement, by the way. I’ve caught crap from the local boomers, on social media, about this verbal stand of mine, but they’re the same people who use the word ‘Democrat’ like it’s an accusation.

It may walk like one, and quack like one, but I’ve learned over the years not to pronounce something as being a duck if I don’t know for sure that it is indeed a Duck. Looks like coal, probably coal, I don’t know for sure.

Pronouncing something as being ‘something’ without any sort of proof or knowledge of the subject you’re commenting upon may be enough to get you elected to the Senate as a Republican, but otherwise that’s just how you end up with egg on your face. (that’s a political statement)

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One walked back over to Station Square for a ride back to HQ on the T, and son of gun if Norfolk Southern didn’t make an appearance too.

This was a red letter day for rail, in the end. Admittedly – not a great POV for Norfolk Southern #9813 up there, as it rode along their elevated trackage on a berm set against the foothills of Mount Washington, but beggars and choosers – huh?

The Sebak documentaries are charming, folksy, and betray a real love and appreciation for Pittsburgh and its unique cultures. If you can find them without paying PBS… well… why don’t you just donate to PBS instead?

What struck me while watching these Sebak films is the visualization of the depopulation of the central node of Pittsburgh’s business districts. In the 1980’s, films of ‘Downtown’ reveal a thriving metropolis with thousands of people walking the streets and interacting with retail level shops.

Modern Pittsburgh’s Downtown ain’t like that.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Several times on this short walk, I asked myself ‘where is everyone?’

Not in the sort of areas I’d normally inhabit, where the answer usually is ‘no, and why in the name of hell are you here at a sewer plant or waste transfer station?’ No, I’m talking mid afternoon on a weekday, in the business, political, and administrative center of an American City.

The difficult part about capturing this sequence of photos involved getting the camera’s focus to land on the train, rather than on the web of wires and tree branches surrounding it. Other than that, I was just sitting on a station bench, waiting for a T light rail ride back to HQ.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Tomorrow, we’ll start a much longer walk – an actual adventure of a scuttle, if you’d indulge me. I had a great time at least.

At last… the long threatened return to Skunk Hollow! The things I saw… wonders… wonders…

Back tomorrow – at this – your Newtown Pentacle.

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

Continuing with photos from a short scuttle in Pittsburgh, on a day I got fairly lucky, were the subject of passing freight trains to come up. Your humble narrator was loathsomely crossing the Allegheny River upon one of the ‘Three Sisters’ bridges. I was busy with the self loathing and all that, so one barely even noticed the weather.

It was a lovely day, with temperatures in the high 50’s and a stiff breeze. The sky was partially overcast, but there was plenty of sunlight. My bad ankle was happy, for once.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Normally, when a municipality hangs a traffic sign on a bridge, it’s telling you what you can’t do. The signage above seems to indicate to drivers that they can do pretty much whatever they want. That kind of fits with how Pittsburgh drivers operate their vehicles, observationally.

I headed over towards a T Light Rail station.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This is the scene Downtown, from Liberty Avenue. On a weekday afternoon. It’s like a zombie apocalypse has occurred. Where is everybody?

I pointed my toes towards the T’s Wood Street station, where my chariot would soon arrive and carry me across to the South Side area. For once I didn’t have to worry about which line I was boarding, since I’d be debarking the thing at the first stop on the Monongahela River side.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One descended into the narrow depths, using a moving staircase.

A quick ‘sit down’ ensued, while waiting for the train.

During this interval, I observed the behavioral tics of the humans Yinzers in the same manner as I’d observe zoo animals. ‘Look,’ a dominant male… and over there, that breeding age female must be in estrus, based on the veiled reactions to her from that teenaged male over there… ‘that one’ looks sick, and ‘that one’ is wearing a MAGA hat. A woman over there… she seemed to have two prosthetic legs but was walking without a cane. As it happens, I was midway through my annual listening of Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’ album while waiting, and these were the songs which were playing.

I’m all ‘effed up. Bah!

– photo by Mitch Waxman

‘On the other side’ is at The T’s Station Square stop, and as I was debarking the facility a Pittsburgh bound T unit rumbled into scene.

The final steps of my day were all about greed.

I’d been very lucky all day in terms of syncing up with passing trains, and was thereby desirous of seeing whether or not my luck might hold out. It did, but that’s tomorrow’s post.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A passing Towboat caught my attention while walking along, as it was all framed up by the Panhandle Bridge. Luckily, I can report to you that this was the last of my ‘rinse and repeat’ routed scuttles, wherein I was constrained in movement by ice and snow. The weather has since ‘cured up’ a bit, and all of the paths are once again clear.

I’ve also allowed my ‘lead time’ to evaporate a bit, in terms of how far in advance these posts are scheduled. These photos were captured better than a month ago, on February 13th. These words are being typed on the morning of March 13th, a Friday.

Back tomorrow with Choo-Choo’s, and a ‘Hey Now!’ or two.

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