Well, I voted the 60's but in reality, my childhood was more the late 60's early 70's. (ok, thanks, I'm old) living in the steel belt on the Ohio river. When people talk about black skies, there was some truth.
Growing up, sports was the big thing to do around my neighborhood. Football in the fall, street hockey in the winter, baseball in the spring and summer. Nites playing hide and seek or kick the can. It seemed like every nite, there was at least 10 kids around to play.
I've been pretty blessed to have been young enough to have some of Pittsburghs greatest sports legends as my childhood idols but also old enough to appreciate what they've done for the city. My memories of watching Bill Mazeroski, Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell, Mean Joe Greene, Terry Bradshaw, Franco Harris and on and on will always be the best memories of my youth.
We grew up barely making ends meet. Most of the families did that. All my friends dad's worked at one of the mills or the shipyard except my dad who worked practically his entire life on the niteshift at Greater Pittsburgh Airport. Nobody thought anything about it. Everyone's mom had the same rights as my own. If we did something wrong, you'd get punished by every mom who saw you on the way home. We looked out for each other and our parents did the same.




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