Route 28 connects Route 80 with Pittsburgh. Route 80 is all major highway with nothing to look at, nothing much of interest.
But once you exit and turn onto 28 it’s a winding country road that goes through many small towns. There are lots of places to stop and eat and buy things and fill your tank with gas.
When the three of us would make this trip we went through a tiny place called “Ohl.” This provided us with endless jokes, puns, rhymes…
I stole your stole in Ohl/ROhl on the grass in Ohl/Life’s just a bOhl of cherries/In England people don’t go on welfare, they call it the “dOhl.”/ I love CreOhl cooking.
It’s the same thing as singing 100 bottles of beer on the wall and a family competition game as well. Friendly competition because we all ended up laughing.
Then, the best part would come. Eventually you make a turn and you win the prize; one of the best views of Pittsburgh, ever. Because of the PPG Building it really does look like a storybook illustration.
I’ve taken this trip many times, both with family and by myself. Being alone and seeing the view of my home town is–I have to admit–more pleasurable. It’s a kind of pilgrimage. Now I feel guilty for saying that because it would hurt Peter and Michael to hear this. But I do not think they would mind too much.
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