This boy knows Pittsburgh better than I do.
You can read his Northside story here in which he says:
And that’s the thing, wherever you go in Pittsburgh, you know it’s somebody’s home. You feel it in your bones. Cities have markets, cities have teams, cites have bridges they say are theirs and that define them, as if a city were a backdrop to the performance of our lives, and cities have harbors and beaches and roads. But Pittsburgh has it’s homes, above all, and it’s people. It’s a place built by, for, and of families. They are its greatest industry, not Steel, not Football, not Glass, and when you move through the place you can feel them everywhere.
That rocks and it makes me even more convinced that he needs to be my friend. He feels just like I do about the Burgh. I can even forgive him his confusion of its and it’s, which normally annoys me.
Can we get like BurgherStalker a la GawkerStalker so that you all can report to me when you spot David Conrad around town and then I can just mysteriously bump into him and we can become friends for life who regularly meet for coffee and conversation? Can this please happen?