Mrs. PF and I went for ice cream this afternoon, and I ordered mine with “chocolate sprinkles” on top. Mrs. PF looked at me like I’d grown an extra head on my shoulders, and that head spoke a different language. I pointed out that the college kid behind the counter would have no idea what jimmies were, and she was pacified.
Later, as we ate our ice cream in the park, we were talking about things you’d only know if you knew Pittsburgh, and this evening, she followed up with the following link:
What a way to spend a Sunday evening. Questions like, “After a Pirate win, announcer Bob Prince would say ‘We _____ ____ ____ ____!'” made me feel old and nostalgic. Questions like, “Who sang the song ‘There’s a pawn shop on the corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania’?” made me feel young and stupid. And questions like, “What is the significance of the blinking red beacon atop the Grant Building in downtown Pittsburgh?” just made me smile.
Those who know, know. Those who don’t, work in ice cream parlors in north Austin.