It's not often that I am able to get back to my hometown. Each time I return home I appreciate western Pennsylvania a little bit more and more. It's not flashy. It doesn't care how its perceived. It just is what it is. It's authentic. I appreciate that.
On Sunday I decided to wake up early, drive downtown, find a random parking spot, and see what there was to see. I spent most the time wandering around PPG Place (Pittsburgh Plate Glass). Every building is coated ground to top with glass, glass, glass. I couldn't get over the reflections. Every angle, every different perspective reflected a different look.
Finally I pried myself away from PPG and wandered the streets and back alleys. Other buildings and scenes rose, but none quite as captivating as PPG. Soon it was time to get home and get dressed for church with the family. As I crossed one of the dozens of bridges leading out of the city toward the south side I reflected. There's something to be said for a city that's secure in itself. It isn't the wealthiest. Isn't the hippest. Isn't the nicest, the coolest, the craziest. It's Pittsburgh. And that's what I love about it.