I know there are annual descriptions and lists of how terrible the weather is in Pittsburgh. These lists or ratings usually give us around 22 clear days (or some other ridiculously low number) per year and the gray haze can seem eternal, but for several days now, we’ve had some amazingly nice weather (warm days, cool nights, clear blue skies, ah! San Francisco?), and the beautiful days have made shooting around town especially exciting and exhilarating.
My old buddy and promotional wiz John Seekings has his business Caroline Communications in that beautiful old complex of brick buildings too, and I called him to say maybe we’d stop and say hello, and he volunteered to get us a parking space. Parking is very valuable right now in that neighborhood because the little bridge that takes you from Carson Street to the middle aisle of the Terminal Building has been closed. Big thanks to Seekings (who is also a skilled squirrel wrangler, but that’s another story.)
Lou Fineberg is a slim writer/bicyclist/nice guy who worked with us at WQED as an Associate Producer on Pittsburgh A To Z for a short while back in 2001,and he’s set up three interviews for me. I said we wanted to highlight the trails that are on both banks of the three rivers around Pittsburgh, and Lou (who now calls himself an advocate for Bike-Pgh) seemed a logical contact, and he said he’d find three people who know about the trails. He’s got a nice relaxed attitude, friendly demeanor, and (we found out later) a fake front tooth.
We decided to interview Lou first. He’d be our morning victim. We asked him to pedal to the North Shore, and we’d drive the WQED van over to meet him by Heinz Field.
He’s a bright and winning interview. He knows how to talk about his love of the city, his hopes for bicyclists around here, and some of the joys of the trails. After we talk, Bob says they’ll get some shots of Lou riding his bike there on the North Shore. But Lou gets a flat tire before he can pedal an inch.
This changes our plans. Lou doesn’t have all his tire-repair gear with him. We shift plans. I drive Lou back to the Terminal Buildings, saying we’ll see him tomorrow on his bike.
Bob and Glen stay on the North Shore getting some of the lunchtime festivities as people come out to take advantage of the weather, the trails and proximity to the rivers on their lunch hours. I promise to pick them up by the Clemente Bridge, and about 12:30 that’s where we rendezvous: at the statue of Roberto Clemente at the North end of the old Sixth Street Bridge. We’re all ready for lunch. We decide to go back to the South Side and end up at our favorite Middle Eastern: Kassab’s on Carson Street.
Good lunch. The hummus and baba there are so smooth and garlic-y delicious.