ah...Pittsburgh. The city that many poets and writers might have 
wanted to write about, but didnt - no doubt bcos of some 
minutiae as not being persuaded by a sword to their neck to do so. 
Which is a real pity. I mean, really, how hard could it have been to get 
a sword in a city that was earlier the haven of steel manufacturers?
But one digresses with small talk about poets and swords.
When there is much to be written about the much talked-not-about
Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh is famous for many things...These many
things might perchance not be obvious to the untrained eye, 
but rest assured it does. 
For instance, Pitt contains the famous SV temple which many 
call Tirupathi #2. A few tourists/outsiders trickle in due to that, 
but they quickly escape away faster than you can say "opera",
thus missing out on the complete Pitt experience.

Yes, Pittsburgh is verily famous for its operas and concerts.
I know this because of the multitude of emails about operas and
concerts that I keep getting - and deleting - with a cheerful
regularity. Another thing Pitt is equally famous for, is its health care.
Ostensibly half the people in Pitt go to the
opera/theatres, and half to the health care centres.
I suspect the two are related somehow...but then I am just
a cultureless heathen...

Pittsburgh is a beautiful place really. The Pittsburgh downtown is a 
peninsula type region flanked by two rivers, and at the end of the peninsula 
there is a beautiful fountain, that is said to get its water from a 
100 feet underground spring...

Many people call Pittsburgh 'too small', which betrays a lack of spatial
aesthetics IMO. Small and sweet, is our Pittsburgh.

Talking of small - what is not small about Pittsburgh is its 
long name - and by the age old tradition of
keeping very long names so as to end up with a nickname that's
shorter than any name, we tend to call the city
by a short and sweet 'Pitt'. Note that Pitt also extends to 'Persons Intended
for Terran Troublemaking' but thats obviously coincidental.

Apparently Pitt was once a very polluted place due to the extensive
steel production activity in and around Pittsburgh. And then 
someone had the brainstormy idea of, well, having less of the pollution thing. And
it was frankly, solely due to his wisdom and farsight, that 
he was lynched and put on the stake by an irate pollution hungry populace.

In the end, when the iron dried up, and the steel companies made
a hasty exit, the air drafts caused by their exit blew away
all the soot, and Pittsburgh became a clean and healthy place.
That lived happily ever after...

But even a clean and healthy and happy people can have a 
sorrow or two sometimes. But then we Pittsburghers tend to have 
very simple solutions to drown out our sorrows - we just land up 
in a nearby opera. Where we get cheered up by listening to fat 
ladies screaming out with obviously greater sorrows...