Pittsburgh’s North Shore
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It ain’t your daddy’s North Side.
Even I am old enough (am I really that old?) to remember the tenement blocks, the prostitutes, the falling-down buildings. But Duran Duran stopped in the Rosa Villa once, so it couldn’t have been that bad. Jimmy was a good bartender – never made you wait. This was back when co-workers socialized and even stayed out late without calling spouses. Nobody seems to miss the old days, though.
