Someone in college once laughed when I told him I was from Pittsburgh, because what the crap kind of name is that? Do I launch into a detailed, historically factual account of William Pitt? Do I laugh too as I come to the realization that yes, that indeed is a craptastic name when you think about it? Do I smack, kick, or otherwise maim? No, I point out that it sure as hell could be a whole lot worse.
And what of the “h”? There is no “Harrisburgh” or “Greensburgh” or “Dravosburgh”? My third grade teacher, and I remember this specifically, once said we have an “h” because we’re special. Isn’t that nice? So the next time someone asks where you’re from . . . you put your chin out proudly and say, “I am from Pittsburgh . . . with an ‘h’!”
Welcome to the blog of the city besides the Point.