That Pittsburgh Funk

Despite outcries to the contrary, Pittsburgh does indeed smell. Is it possible that my being from another city, an old coal city high up in the mountains of NEPA, that said smell is more apparent to my (large) nose than others? Dawn claims not to notice. In fact almost no one I know seems to notice, but let me tell you something: On the misty, humid evenings this city can’t seem to avoid, a sewer-esque stench descends upon us, and it fills our homes, our streets, our hearts and minds. Initially I figured it was just the rising funk of the college kids in South Oakland, until I moved. That smell is everywhere I have ever been. With almost no industrial production left in the city itself, one wonders why the smell persists. Why the smell Pittsburgh? Why?

One thought on “That Pittsburgh Funk”

  1. double post! woo.
    dude. you live in a city. cities smell. or at least parts of them do. nyc in the summer? woooo dog. there’s some stink. it’s one of the joys of city life.

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