A Vacation Ten Miles From Home

Intriguing headline headline is it not?  

Some background.

On Wednesday, June 10, a longstanding friend of Linda's was getting married.  A wedding is a private affair between the husband and wife, so I'm not going to mention any names, but the backstory for this one could have been a Nora Ephron screenplay.  To wit:

• The bride and groom were each other's date for their high school senior prom in 1970!
• As often happens, life took them their separate ways, they married, had children and grandchildren, and, sadly, lost their spouses after long and loving marriages.
• Not sure how it happened, but they somehow got back together, and, long story short, they got married last week.
• When I first met this couple four years ago, I was amazed to learn that the groom grew up on block away from me on Saline Street in Squirrel Hill.  He went to Allderdice High School, I went to Central Catholic, so we never knew each other, but we no doubt crossed paths with each other at Murray Pharmacy, the Lorretto Avenue Giant Eagle, and Mineo's Pizza many times in our formative years.  Only in Pittsburgh, amiright?

The wedding was a traditional Jewish wedding, and this was the first time that either Linda or I ever attended a Jewish wedding, and we absolutely loved it.  The music, the prayers, the participation of the attendees was very moving, and the wedding reception was an absolute blast.  So much fun.  How great it was to experience this event.  

Okay, now about that vacation.  The wedding took place at the William Penn Hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, and when we got the invitation, we decided that we would make it an in-week getaway for us, and we booked a room for two nights at the William Penn, one of the great big city old-time luxury hotels, the kind that they just don't build anymore.

We checked in on Wednesday morning, and that day, of course, was spent with the wedding and the events surrounding it, but we awoke on Thursday morning (still not believing the 29 point comeback of the Knicks the might before) and decided to explore our home town.  We decided to walk into town and take a look at the newly remodeled Market Square.  In all honesty, we were unimpressed with the new look Market Square.  It was also 89 degrees so the several block walk was a killer.  We had a great lunch at the City Works Restaurant in PPG Place.  We then took a slow walk back in the heat, with a stop at a Milk Shake Factory.   Back to the William Penn for a mid-afternoon cocktail, then dinner at the Ritual House in the Union Trust Building.  Back to the Tap Room at the William Penn where we watched both the Stanley Cup playoff game and the Pirates-Dodgers game.  We concluded this getaway with breakfast at the William Penn's Terrace Room, where you can get the best Eggs Benedict anywhere, before checking out and heading home, but not before stopping at the new Arts Landing space and taking in the Three Rivers Arts Festival.

All in all, a terrific 48 hour whirlwind for Linda and Bob.

I will close by offering a commentary on a paradigm change that I found amazing.  I worked in dahntahn Pittsburgh for over thirty years.  To me, it was a bustling place with people shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalks and lots and lots of jammed traffic on any given business day between 8:00 AM and 6:00 PM, where a pedestrian took his life into his hands merely trying to cross a street.  I know that things changed when the COVID-19 pandemic closed things down and people began working remotely, but I was still shocked when I saw that the sidewalks were not crowded, and vehicular traffic was virtually non-existant.  Let me show you.

Here is a picture that I took from our hotel room at midnight on Wednesday.  Our room overlooked Mellon Square Park and Smithfield Streets and Sixth and Seventh Avenues.

Pretty picture and no traffic, but it was midnight, so why would there be?  This next picture was taken at 8:30 on Thursday morning.  Gotta be lots and lots of traffic going into work, right?

Nope.  You could have fired a cannon down Smithfield Street and not hurt anyone.  Just wait until evening rush hour at around 5:15 though.  That will no doubt be a madhouse.

Not so much.  At least I see a bus there at Seventh and Smithfield by what used to be Gimbels. Maybe there were some people on that.

Despite all of that, both the City Works for lunch and the Ritual House for dinner were filled.  Where did they come from?

I know that both the city fathers and the business leaders are doing what they can to get people out of their remote locations and back into those office buildings, but will it ever again be like the City I worked in in the 80's, 90's and 00's?  Like I said, the whole scene amazed me.