Hubby and I recently motored through the Appalachian Mountains via four tunnels as we headed west on the turnpike, to Da ‘Burgh we went! That’s Pittsburgh. One would think Pittsburgh was an island with its 446 bridges. The City of Bridges connects the cities hills, ravines, and three rivers is an attractive town, rich in culture and history. Many millions were amassed here with steel, coal, and foods. The names jump off the history pages, you know them, Mellon, Carnegie, Heinz, and Frick, just to name a few.
Pittsburgh seems so far removed from everything. It was only because of me accompanying my husband on a recent business trip to the Three River City, that I found myself here and trying to occupy my time. I didn’t have to look far for a lesson in Pittsburgh history; we stayed at the Omni William Penn Hotel. The nearly 100-year-old historic art deco style hotel developed by Henry Clay Frick in 1916. I saw evidence of the old world charm all around the hotel, velvet settees, grand chandeliers, ballrooms; it reminded me of the Plaza Hotel in New York City, the old money feel of everything elaborate.
