Unique Streets: 31
Miles Walked: 6.62
Street Names: (italicized have been walked on another day): Harlan Avenue, Strauss Street, Irwin Avenue, N. Charles Street, Josh Gibson Drive, Kenn Avenue, Crispen Street, Danbury Street, Marshall Avenue, Maginn Street, Katherine Street, Twain Street, McKeever Avenue, Palisade Lane, Hawkins Street, Matson Street, Mayfield Avenue, Mohn Way, Delger Street, Shako Way, Norwood Avenue, Luray Street, Trimber Street, Linwood Avenue, Arvada Way, Legion Way, Quartz Way, Leland Street, Hough Way, Canter Way, Kenwood Avenue, Kimberlin Way, Kimberlin Street, Wilson Avenue, Chester Avenue, W. Burgess Street, Elsdon Street, Russell Avenue, Holyoke Street, Lenox Street, Brightridge Street, Nublock Street, Flocker Street, Brighton Road, Mero Way, Armandale Street
Today, I found myself back in Perry South to cover some of the ground I’d missed when Johnny were here before Summer ended. I parked my car near the Cross and Strauss Parklet right in front of a Department of Public Works truck. I got out and started walking immediately up the closed off Harlan Avenue. One of the men in the truck shouted the question:
“Are you going to go mountain climbing or something?!”
“No, just taking a walk!”
“Alright, be safe. Call us if you need any help!”
I thanked him and walked up what was left of the old street. There wasn’t much.
I quickly ran out of road but could see a rafter of turkeys in a field below.
As I walked towards them they lazily migrated towards the accidental crop of Japanese Knotweed.
After my turkey encounter, I meandered some of the streets on the one side of N. Charles Street before crossing it to go up and up. I found an old Ballfield-turned farm at the top of Crispen Street.
There were many grand old houses in this section of the neighborhood and their position on the hill behind the Union Dale cemetery provided them with magnificent views and quiet neighbors.
This cat gave me the stink eye for some reason.
Maybe he’d just been threatened by this discarded plaything.
As I walked past the cemetery towards Marshall Road I saw some more Japanese Knotweed trying to invade this quiet neighborhood.
Left unchecked, this virulent weed will succeed in its invasion.
I criss crossed Marshall to make sure I walked all of the roads that connected to it. These pups were not pleased with my presence.
The Pittsburgh Project now inhabits Annunciation School and church.
I found the quotes above the doors to be thought-provoking if not a little strange in their placement on a school.
Around the way I found a treasure that certainly did not lend a spotless reputation to the person who left it behind.
Someone else was looking for a lost treasure.
This house remnant was a treasure to me and it would not be the last.
I walked through Fowler Field and noticed a gray material that reminded me of road salt lining the entire football field.
Had someone held a seance in the field and needed salt to keep out bad entities? Unlikely. It seemed to kill the grass it touched so it was either a weed deterrent or something to keep vermin out of the fenced-in area.
I made my way over a guardrail and up onto Kenwood Avenue. A man was laying in the street working on his car and we he got up he good heartedly complained to me that his change always falls out when he has to get down on the ground. I laughed and kept walking.
Earlier, it had been hot and sunny but the sky was quickly becoming overcast. The huge chestnut trees lining the road turned it into a dark tunnel. Furthermore, there wasn’t another single human around. I was thinking about how creepy this street was when I almost stepped in it. A HUGE pile of human excrement. I know it was human because there was a single wet wipe delicately plopped in the center of its mighty circumference. I gasped and gave it a wide berth walking just out of the way of two falling chestnuts that were the size of baseballs. Maybe Kenwood was haunted? I should start carrying salt with me. I quickly got out from under the murderous trees and the sun came back out.
This oversized lantern on the corner of Kimberlin Way and Kimberlin Street promised brighter times ahead.
It was right. Soon after on Chester Avenue, I saw this house remnant that took my breath away.
The red-gold design on the peeling wallpaper can still be seen on the lower half of the first floor stairway and the bathroom in the back still has peachy tile clinging to the wall.
I kept walking and soon found a display dedicated to the Pittsburgh Negro League on the corner of Wilson and W. Burgess.
I was running out of streets and stamina so I started down the long and winding Brightridge Street. A waterfall made up of what I assumed was leaking treated water flowed into a stream that ran down the length of the street.
A monkey ball rotted in the spontaneous trickle.
There were still a few streets in the Brighton Road valley I had to walk so I made my way over. I still had a bit of walking to do but thankfully, it was all flat.
I decided to walk to Riggs Restaurant and Lounge for some lunch but was disappointed to find out their kitchen wasn’t open yet. At least there was beer. Otherwise, I would have been like this: