The old streetcars from mid-century held on in Pittsburgh's South Hills until the 90's. As a kid in the East End, I remember we'd take a whole roll of caps and put it on the track. It would go off like a bomb* when those heavy iron wheels ran over it. The driver would come out every time, looking for us.

*Technically, I guess it was a bomb.


"All of these men were good listeners; patient men."